Vorin slowly began to shift back, his bones popping in agonizing protest. The sounds of muscles tearing and internal structures rearranging echoed into the night. "The arrow . . . In my back. Can you get it, please" He asked as politely as he could. Trying to get up was difficult,but he was bullheaded and pushed through the pain. His hand was resting on a tree, but other than that, he was supporting himself, waiting for the woman to take the arrow out of him. Once again naked in front of a stranger, being a werewolf sucked. Vorin was trying to stay calm, but it was very hard, he was in direct moonlight and in nearly crippling pain. "What's your name?" Vorin asked, trying to take his mind off of it