Fendros nearly hit himself as he realised that a pack hunt meant for them all to transform at once. He had just assumed that it would be a regular hunt where they would all be assessing him some more. He joined the rest of them in depositing their belongings at the back of the cave and followed them outside as if it were nothing, but he felt as if having his bow at the ready from the beginning may have given away his ignorance.

In a way, Fendros was worried about indulging his beast form in such a way, but he was more confident than before after the instruction he had been given. He would have more control this time, and more importantly he had been taught when to control, rather than trying to resist the beast the entire time. It was slightly terrifying to transform among the entire pack. The sounds of all the morphing and warping seemed to multiply on one another until it was the only thing he could perceive.

After transforming, Fendros could feel his heart pounding with excitement. He waved his head from one side to the other, looking at everyone in their beast forms. The prospect of a pack hunt completely took over his emotions to the point where he emitted low whines instead of trying to talk. Fendros' consciousness perceived his own excited behaviour as childlike (or more appropriately puplike) in hindsight, however his beast form was not exactly a paragon of civil maturity. Fendros' own beast form was similar to Janius and Ahnasha's, but in a way slighter and less dominating. He was still the newest and least experienced member of the pack and it manifested physically.