"Shape-shifting ish one thing," The bear mutters, "But lycanthropy ish another. One ish conshenshual, the other ish a dishease. And you are misshing my point, methinksh."<br/><br/>He leans forward now, and a very human hunger flickers in his eyes as they wander over your body.<br/><br/>"You are the firsht<em>pershon</em>I have sheen or shpoken to in agesh. And while I have no love for the Oread, I will help you get to his"keep;" for a price, of courshe..."