Jerrar smiled lightly and figured it was time to change also.  As soon as he was completely transformed he vomit, luckily the empty barrel was there to catch most of it. If Jerrar hadn't been distracted by the pain of his digestive system suddenly reversing, he would have thought about how to apologize to the farmhouse owner for using such a lovely barrel. Just as he caught his breath the next round began, this time the horrid mess of bile and semi-digested food was accompanied by blood.<br/><br/>If Jerrar had seen the blood he would have worried, but his eyes were shut tight from the pain.  Once he had finished his rounds, he had tear stains on his cheeks, a bloody barf covered snout and a terrible burning aftertaste in his mouth. He rested atop one of  the full barrels and opened his eyes slightly to see one of the horses looking at him in sympathy. Jerrar shook his head, reassuring the horse that he was fine. But the horse did not see so sure.<br/><br/>Jerrar appreciated the horse caring, but was sure he did not need help.  Feeling better Jerrar lifted his head shakily and managed to look around. Out one of the small windows of the barn he saw a human walking up with two full pails in his hands. He was older and was followed by two young men, presumably his sons. They were strong farm folk and no doubt a danger. They would soon be arriving in the barn, "Kiri!" He whispered in hopes of waking her up.