The beast didn't move very fast, it was actually a bit sluggish, as if it were tired. Slowly moving through the bush, he made his way after a few minutes to a secluded shack. There were signs to warn people not to go in, home for the beast. Or, more home for Vorin, the poor soul afflicted with lycanthropy who couldn't live in town anymore. The beast could feel someone coming, but he was too tired to deal with it. Slowly, with his bones rearranging and his fur receding, the beast became Vorin. Vorin wasn't sure what had just happened, but he had guessed it wasn't good when he saw a woman coming at him from the forest