The pale moon hung high in the sky of the dark forest, the sounds of wolves howling could be heard echoing in the distance. Fafnir tore through the forest on all fours, his furred flanks slick from exertion, around him he could hear them closing in. With a quick leap the werewolf grappled onto a branch and flung himself high up into the trees. Moments later a massive wolf tore through the base of the tree in a single stroke, causing it to go falling towards the forest floor. Fafnir pushed off from the falling tree skidding to the ground, throwing dried pine needles flying through the air, the werewolf growled loudly as several giant wolves closed in on him. Growling loudly the werewolf rose up on it's hind legs, glowing red energy began to wrap around the beasts arms spreading across his body, with a roar the energy pulsed outward towards the wolves. The wolves cowered back as the energy washed over them, the pack began to whimper, prostrating themselves before the werewolf. With a sigh the wolf man began to shift back to normal, in moments a nude man stood before the wolves.<br/><br/>Thick shaggy black hair hung down to Fafnir's lower back, thick well defined muscles all over his body. Fafnir was a fairly tall man standing at 6'4", however the wolves still towered over him, the werewolf patted the beast on it's shoulder. The large wolf rolled over showing it's belly to the werewolf, Fafnir smiled and rubbed it's belly before he turned away from it, the other wolves began to make their way away from the werewolf they now realized wasn't prey. It was always nice to add new wolves to his growing multi-planar menagerie of wolves, however Fafnir would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. The whole reason for his travels was to find more were-wolves, they had been ran to near extinction on his home plane and had yet to find another plane with any of his kind. With a sigh he shifted back into his wolf form rapidly, before tearing off into the forest again, breathing deeply Fafnir closed his eyes as he ran losing himself in the feel of the forest's natural energy.  Faster and faster he went until he suddenly burst through a shadow into a new world.<br/><br/>Strange scents intermixed in the air as Fafnir sniffed the wind of this new plane, overall he could just smell death, the smell of corpses and death magic seemed to fill the whole of this plane. Fafnir could detect other things though but it was hard to make out anything over the scent of overwhelming decay, shifting back to his human form the werewolf made his way towards the edge of the new forest. From atop the edge of the cliff Fafnir could make out a large city in the distance and a vast stretch of coastland, it would take a little more exploration to determine if there were any of his kind here.