Elowyn
word weaver
The human smells strangely of garlic, he thought to himself. And dog. Well, he'd better shift into human form again. At least the darkness around them was like pitch, impossible for any human with their dull senses to see anything. While he transformed himself in the darkness, a deer walked sedately by and Gen drained some of its blood while lamenting her need to do so. Ah, the price humans pay for immortality. It was something he had never concerned himself with throughout his lengthy lifespan. @FrostFire @CactusJuice