Rohaan didn't spend a whole lot of time walking, despite spending most of his life on the move. Or at least, he did walk, but not often on two legs. Horses were a luxury he learned to live without, as they all sensed something dangerous and predatory in him. After all, his [I]Ilun-tai[/I], his 'true alternate' form was indeed a predator. And they knew it. Horses screamed and reared, sidled away from him, or just tried to bolt whenever he tried to get too close. It was possible for him to master a poor beast anyway, but neither he nor the animal were ever happy about the endeavor, so he usually avoided it when he could. But this didn't mean Rohaan was a stranger to fast travel. He could cover a lot of ground as a wolf or a bird, or a fish if he was near a body of water. Walking for hours on his own two legs just felt arduous. Technically he could have changed shape into something that could carry Xander and himself across the land much faster, but that would be exhausting, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to get into that with the kid just yet. He didn't fully trust him, which Rohaan noted with some approval; he shouldn't trust anyone on the road who said they were nice. And watching a man morph his body into something else for the first time was enough of a shock by itself without having to then ride said beast.

Rohaan yawned widely; the sun was making him sleepy. He liked hot weather more than cold, but after several hours under the sun even he was sweating. Xander suggested setting up camp and he nodded. "Aye, wouldn't be the worst idea. If you're in a terrible rush, we can continue on by night and sleep in the afternoons when it's hottest. Or if you ain't in no rush, then we'll sleep like stones until daybreak tomorrow." He smiled. It wasn't really of any consequence to him how quickly they got there. He didn't really have much personal stake in the mission besides having some compassion for the lad, and he spent his life wandering from place to place anyway. It felt like any other day except he was walking, and he wasn't alone. That last part was strange; Rohaan was not used to company, but he did like it.

Rohaan studied the area around them for a moment, and then marched across the river. It was unusually low, even for summer. Maybe there were beavers that had moved in this year? "It'll be nice and cool on this side. Plus if anyone decides to get nasty with us, they'll have to slosh through the water and wake us up in order to get to us. Get comfortable, and then we should gather wood for a fire. Not a large one mind you, but enough to see by and maybe cook by. I'm going to see what I can find us to eat tonight. Might as well save our rations for when there's no other choice." 

Rohaan spent most of his days hunting or foraging, and he was very good at it considering he had the whole animal kingdom and all of its noses, ears, and eyes at his disposal. He dropped his small satchel that slung diagonally across his chest on the ground and was about to shift without any warning when he remembered again that Xander had not seen him do this yet.

"Xander, lad, I'm going to change shape. I'm warning you now so you can be ready for it--I don't want to spook you. See, I don't hunt with a bow, or with traps. You'll get used to it eventually but...I thought for your first time I'd give you some warning." Rohaan's body changed very quickly into a furry, four legged shape instead of a man shape. The shift was quick, fluid, and it looked effortless. It might have been some kind of parlor trick, except the sable wolf that looked back at Xander had the same black-ringed lapis eyes. He stayed there a moment, studying Xander's reaction before Rohaan trotted away deeper into the woods in search of prey, but also to scout out the area for any signs of potential trouble.

After a while, the wolf with blue eyes trotted back with a small, limp rabbit in his jaws. It wasn't much of a prize, but it was something. If it were just him, Rohaan would have stayed in wolf form and just eaten the thing raw, but he guessed Xander wouldn't enjoy raw rabbit. Rohaan shifted back to his own humanoid shape as he set his catch down. There was blood on his face and staining his teeth; he gave his mouth a quick swish and spat, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He didn't speak yet.  Rohaan figured after what he'd just shown a once doubtful Xander, he needed to give the boy time to process what he'd just seen. So he silently began skinning and cleaning the rabbit with a very utilitarian knife he'd produced from his belt.