Soah could hear John's words of advice, but instead of opting to listen to them, Soah shot back up to his feet. Soah emitted a low snarl, as pain racked his body. After closing his eyes for a moment, and opening them, they were once again the same piercing yellow. Soah had to focus on something besides his serious wound. Soah once again hacked up blood, covering more of the snow. Breathing was started to become problematic. Soah could feel himself edging closer to the point of no-return. Soah pulled back his cloak, and covered his wound with his hand. Soah started to try to speak, but blood filled his throat instead of words. Soah doubled over, once more, coughing up more blood. Soah righted himself, and looked at the party. Soah's features were now increasingly canine. His nose and mouth were starting to look like a faint muzzle, his finger nails had extended slightly, turning themselves into claws. Soah had also gained a bit of muscle mass. Soah took a step forward, this time with a new-found power. Blood still pooled in Soah's mouth, but Soah could feel the wound beginning to close as he gained more canine features. While the wound would heal, Soah had no idea what would happen with his lung.