~I thought so too.~ He gathered his remaining energy and shifted. His body glowed white as the clothes he had been wearing when he shifted before reappeared. Even his gun reappeared. He was sitting Indian style as he reached for the large back pack and noticed the bloody cloth strips laying in a pile.<br/><br/>"I must have bled more than i thought." He said in a very low voice. "But Ive suffered worse." He reached into the bag and pulled out several silver pouches. "These are MRE's. Military food. it doesnt taste great, but they are packed with nutrients. Here you need to eat, I know you do because if you havent hunted then you havent eaten." He sat back against the solid trunk and examined the small Igloo like dwelling they were in. "Nice work on the cover." he gestured around them as he ripped open his meal. He was ravenous. His body desperately needed energy.