Callax stretched out his arms to both sides, his bare chest expanding as he drew in breath.  He let his eyes wander around the hallways and into the rooms with doors left open.<em>I will admit that this does beat living in a cave or in an underground den.</em>He thought to himself.   His wandering eventually led him past Calvin's bedroom which smelled empty,<strong>"I guess he is in his study with the raging one"</strong>Callax muttered to himself as he continued on to his room.<br/><br/>His room has always been kept simple, a bed window and some books were all that he needed.   Simplicity was the best way to live as a Lycan, it was easier to leave things behind that way.  Life was never an a pleasant and fun filled adventure, his clan was trapped and burned alive during their travels in Germany during World War Two.  His family screamed as the flamethrowers slowly melted their flesh, tears stained his eyes as he was helpless to do anything.  It was a year later that the hardest thing in his life to do, was to enlist into the German army just to stay alive.  It is the only regret he has lived with and to this day it is like a wound that will never heal.<br/><br/>He snapped out of his thoughts of the past and of his family pack, the world is different now and he belongs to a new pack.<strong>"This is my family now, even though they don't move or think like one yet."</strong>He says as he stretches before laying on the bed to try and nap.<br/><br/>His eyes must have been closed but just for a few seconds when he heard the distinct howl of the alpha, a hunting call.  He shot up out of bed, the lust for blood took over and so did the transformation.  Callax rolled to the floor on all fours, his spine cracked and popped, the echo of the noises vibrating in his skull. It elongated quickly, pushing past his human height to the length of his True form.  From nose to the tip of his tail, he would be a considerable length, dwarfing most others of his kind.  His shoulders made a sickening crack when they dislocated to rotate into a new position to support the substantial bulk of his upper body.  With the change in his spine and neck nearly completed, his face began to shift to accommodate the feral features.  Callax's mouth open in a silent snarl, his jaw extended to make room for the multiple razor sharp fangs.  His skull expanded, his maw protruding out, each fang pushing through his gums.  His eyes stayed the same color, darkening to yellow around the pupils as they sank into his skull.  The bones of his limbs grew, muscles reshaping into powerful forelegs and hind paws.  His paws were the quickest of his transformation, the size comparable to large serving platters.  Last, his tail curved out from his spine as fur cloaked his body.<br/><br/>Placing his from paws forward he arched and stretched out letting is muscles quickly adjust along with his senses before rushing to the location of the summoning howl.  Callax had been waiting for a true hunt, maybe even some trophies to go along with it.<br/><br/>Moving swiftly towards the study, his pace slowing as he saw Calvin in his anthro form.  Though Callax knew he was the biggest of the pack, he knew all to well it was never size that made the winner.  Standing on all fours in his wolf form, Callax a pure blooded tundra werewolf would be at least to the waist of his alpha.<br/><br/>He approached Calvin and bowed his head before taking a seat on the opposing wall from him.