Franklin shifted. sniffing the air, he quickly turned back to Miluiel. "Hide, quickly. They are Worgs, hunting dogs of the human filth." He stiffened, grabbing his axe. "This could get messy. Don't be frightened, I won't let them get you." Snarling and growling, thick brown fur started for form along his skin, his muzzle lengthing and fangs growing from his mouth. He wasn't going full bear, but a hybridized form.<br/><br/>Grasping his axe tightly, he braced himself as the worgs burst through the woods into the clearing. "Come, you filthy beast. Come and taste your doom!" He swung his axe widely, taking down the first two that jumped at him. This was a large pack, and humans would be after them soon. They had to get out of here fast. As one charged at her, he twisted his hand, forming a fireball that lept from the campfire and threw it, catching the worg just before it lept as her. "Stay away from her! Miluiel, run, head north, the wind spirits will mask your tracks and scent, I'll be close behind you."<br/><br/>He yelped as one of the worg sunk its teeth into his flesh. Roaring, he ripped it off and threw it into the fire, burning it. Placing his hand on the ground, he channeled another spell, seemingly pulling a wall of earth straight from the ground. "Go, now, while we have a moment." He grabbed her arm and started running north. Looks like they weren't getting any sleep tonight, hopefully they could get to the valley soon.