Fendros' relief at the crowd's response was quickly overtaken by the infectiousness of their elation. He couldn’t help but purse his lips and breathe carefully to stop himself laughing. These people, his people, could finally be happy.

The chanting that followed was less than expected, though Fendros could not think how to accept it. A subconscious desire made its familiar presence known in Fendros' mind. It knew how to call back to the crowd. He glanced to his ring, nodded to himself, and let his transformation quickly take hold.

Fendros grew taller than he expected, even on the outcrop, as his fur grew and his face stretched to that of a werewolf. He spread his arms and let out a victorious roar up at the distant cave ceiling.

Godhunter. Fendros had changed one more time.