Feign glares up defiantly at the wolf on his throat.  He cannot talk because he knows one slip will break his jugular veing on the wolf's sharp teeth.  His hands are planted on the ground and his breathing is slow and metered.<br/><br/>He's sure his magic is gone and will be for a while, but he is still very much part raven, and is still beyond the limitations of human speed.<br/><br/>From his perspective, he can only see one of the wolfs' eyes, which he watches intently for the first sign of hesitation in which he can slip his throat out of the wolf's maw.  His body is readied to attack or evade at the first oppertunity.  To the wolf's sensitive nose, the pheremones Feign is giving off seem disturbingly calm for the situation.<br/><br/>(Hmm, I'm gonna have to work on a 500 hits thank you for the gallery when my scanner gets replaced...<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>)