<strong>Franklin Shagoth...... Deep in the woods....... traveling to the haven</strong><br/><br/>Franklin was walking along the wooded path, the spirits of the wind and earth erasing any tracks he would make. He was still a few days out from the valley. He kept walking, his spirit firends easing his travels in any way they could. Things must have been bad when even they were desperate to get to the valley.<br/><br/>Spotting a clearing nearby, Franklin decided this would be a good place to rest for the night, a place he could converse with the local spirits and learn which was the quickest path. Truth be told, he had never been to the Dragoon's Valley, he just knew of the general direction from his home.<br/><br/>Entering the clearing, he set his supplies down, using his hatched to dig up a small fire pit. *Now for some food.* Letting out a sigh of breath, Franklin's body arched and swelled. Dark brown fur began to emerge from his skin, his bone structure starting to change. Letting out a loud roar as the transformation completed, he ran off, hunting his meal. He would make amends to the animal spirits later, but for now he needed food.