Much like Micky, Tostum had actually taken the opportunity to rest. It was nice to actually just get some sleep. This was made even more drastic, of course, by the fact that what had happened to him before was plainly embarrassing. His defeat in that battle before was annoying and not something that he would have had at all liked to repeat. Swallowing deeply, he shook his head and started to wake up.<br/><br/>Certainly it had sounded like he was being given the opportunity to redeem himself. While he wasn't at all sure this was divine providence, it certainly did seem like it. Popping out of bed, he rushed to the window to see what was going on. All thoughts of his previous embarrassing defeat quickly left him as he saw that army start to march about.<br/><br/>Just in addition, as Micky had thought, Tostum considered this fun. Then one thought had dawned on him, and that was the fact that Micky was surely having those same ideas. Even if they were both werewolves by a very different mechanism, they really did share at least some thought processes. Werewolves tended to think the same.<br/><br/>As a result, he figured that this was going to be his chance to compete properly. Unlike Micky, it was tough for him to transform without the dark beauty of the lunar light or perhaps with exceptionally strong emotions. This meant that he had to do everything within himself to gather up the proper anguish in order to do so.<br/><br/>Quickly he threw his head back, placing his fists at his side as he let loose a powerful howl in spite of the fact that he was indoors, and he then felt his own body twitch in turn. Silvery gray fur quickly sprung out from his follicles as his own arms became bigger and longer in turn. Claws, a tail and jagged teeth came out of his body as he grew more and more into the hulking monster that he considered to be his true state.<br/><br/>Shedding his clothing and armor, Tostum allowed his beastly nose to twitch and some of his thought processes to instead be taken over by instinct. As his newly formed whiskers flicked from side to side he started to bolt out, running down the stairs in turn allowing himself to soon drop to all fours as well.<br/><br/>Once he was outside, he did indeed smell Micky just as he had expected. He had a bad feeling that was going to be the case.<br/><br/>Once he was completely outside in his werewolf form, he dashed as quickly as he could, running as swiftly as he could, aiming once more for the same area that Micky was. He understood both that this was a rare opportunity to prove himself again, and also realized that a werewolf would be most helpful wherever that other werewolf was, even if they were technically in competition with one another.<br/><br/>He figured, of course, that the other beast knew where to go, and on top of this it was easy to track him. Werewolves certainly had an unusual scent to a being like him that was easy enough to track.