Under normal circumstances, Fire would've easily reformed by himself, at his smaller size; that of a housecat.  But this was certainly easier on him in terms of energy as Bitsa simply gave him this new body in the way Fire envisioned it, and he was smaller than that housegryphon size.  The light, all coming together to silhouette that perfectly formed gryphonic body, faded as the process was done and the featherhead's spirit took anchor in the new form.   He fell with a loud squawk that he could not help, landing in the snow with a fwhump!  "Eeep...   Err, yeah, I suppose that works.  Heh heh, quicker than killing me twice, for sure!"  Still got that sense of 'humour' at least!<br/>Which may be odd, since he could easily see his decimated old body now, blood all over the white snow showing up as a speckled contrast.  Half his body, at least, was digesting away quite nicely within the large tigress and feeding more than just her, unknown to the gryphon.  After seeing this, the gryphon gave a light chuckle even!  "Enjoying me, are you?  Is this your first taste of gryphon flesh?" comes the question as Fire tried to get himself out of the snow.