Alan winced as he watched the white wolf's form begin to shift. He could hear the popping of the joints from where he sat as flesh and bone rearranged itself, their movements visible beneath the skin as he found himself unable to peel his eyes away from the spectacle. Several pelts fell upon the shifting creature, obscuring the end of the process. Though blocked from view, the furs seemed to dance as the form beneath them warped and shifted about in all manner of unnatural ways before seeming to go still. It looked painful as a marathon on broken glass...<br/><br/>All the more reason, Alan thought to himself, that the beast inside him be wrestled into submission at all costs. Memories of his first and only change were dredged to the surface as he had been watching, forcing Alan to recall the agony he felt that night. As he changed, the pain was so exquisitely pure that he could have sworn that his entire body had been set on fire. He never wanted to feel that kind of pain again, ever. It was good for him that he had already inhaled his meal, otherwise he would probably have lost his appetite around then. The movements beneath the pile of furs pulled Alan back to reality, having missed the rebuttal from Michelle whilst zoned out.<br/><br/>"Ow." Said the white-haired youth whose head popped from the pelts like a gopher from the earth. "Oh wow! I did it! I'm me again!" The emphatic statement of the obvious, along with the somewhat uncharacteristic laughter from Michelle brought a small smile to Alan's face. It was kind of a surreal sight, seeing the wolf whom he had mentally pegged as big & bad laughing so freely. The smile was short-lived, quickly fading as he saw Kakasha fume off, the new male's behavior proving too much for her to put up with. He would have followed her out, maybe tried to cheer her up a little, but a couple moments of further thought convinced him that it was probably best to leave her be. Besides, Alan didn't think it would be the best idea to leave the cave with two wolves who were basically strangers... Not that he could do anything in the event of a fight breaking out, being next to useless. In fact, he thought, aside from volunteering for most chores that he could, he was effectively useless. Thomas was right, this place was indeed a war zone, and as long as he refused to face his nature, useless was exactly what he was.<br/><br/>Frowning as these thoughts swam about in his head, he stood, about to clean off his dish when Thomas returned, with yet another wolf. Connecting A and B, Alan assumed that this was Eryan, the member of the pack that had left before he arrived. Standing there holding his plate to his chest in with one hand, his knife still in the other, he watched as the woman was led in. As Aiden took her, he caught a glimpse of her face, the woman looking as if she were completely and utterly destroyed. Slowly turning and watching as Aiden led her into the chamber where they all slept, he glanced back at Michelle and Seravi, the look on his face seeming to be asking for answers. The howl that issued from the depths of the cave made him quickly wheel back around, shuddering at the weight of the sorrow the sound told.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Those unwilling to handle a warzone such as this donâ€™t belong."</span>He heard Seravi warn David, her words cutting Alan a bit. Whether she meant to include him in this statement or not, the damage was already done. She was right, of course... if he couldn't, or rather, refused to do what it took to defend himself, just what the hell was he doing here? He didn't want to fight a war... but he had searched for so long, so far trying to find others like him, could he really afford to leave? Forgetting about cleaning his dish, Alan silently walked back to the wall of the cave where he had watched Kakasha cook from before he was invited to the fire. Pressing his back into the cold stone, he slid down to the floor, drawing his blanket tightly about him while still clutching his grandfather's Bowie knife.