<em>He smirks, gaining a slightly... wolfish cast as he does.<br/><br/>"Well, none of us can win all of the time. Not that it should stop us from trying..."<br/><br/>With a wink, he shapeshifts into his lupine form, that of a large, grey wolf, his favored hunting body, and in a blink is off through the woods like a feral streak of lightning, armed with the cunning of both man and beast, leaving Fayne to herself for a while.</em>