*He realised his mistake in running all too soon. His confidence had slid downhill ever since the bear attack. Now he sat in a tree, a brach fashioned into a spear in his hands. He was pretty sure he would be considered the more animalistic if he ever made it through all this alive. He felt, different, somehow as though his time in the forest had brought something in him out. He hoped it was only his imagination, that it was only his natural instincts returning, but his muscles seemed to be corded thicker, he felt his jaw hurting and ,if he dared think himself insane, he thought he could see faint infrared signatures in the night. He new his partner on the security force had been subjected to something like this, but when could they have snuck it on him?* "NO!" *He said aloud. To reassure himself that he was just imagining things. First order of business tonight was to survive, so he hopped down and began stalking in the night, all too aware that his skin felt dry and almost... scaley.*