I closed my eyes, waiting for the an attack. None came. I opened my eyes, and yelped with shock. Correction: I squawked with shock. I was no longer a silver wolf, but an amber gyrfalcon, and instead of cowering on the ground, I was soaring in the air. I dove down to where I was when I was NOT a bird. The BoneTribe patrol looked confused. I would have laughed, but honestly, I was too. I landed on the ground. Suddenly an idea dawned on me. Could I transform on will? I closed my eyes, and thought about a wolf, with a silver coat, and ice blue eyes. I felt a rush of energy. Was that it? I blinked my eyes open. I seemed taller... That was good. I tried growling. That worked. Am I back to normal? I walked over to a puddle and leapt back. Instead of being well.. ME, a lioness stood there. She seemed to follow me... No.. That's not me... Is it? I padded to the spot BoneTribe stood. They seemed to be getting over their confusion. That made me angry, and honestly, I have no clue why. I felt my paws switch into auto-gear, padding forward, then moving into a crouched potion. 3..2..1.. ATTACK!! I roared and leapt forward. The poor wolves tried to attack, I I had a counter move for every one of their strategies. Roll, scratch, bite, roll, bite. Soon, the wolves were yowling, and running back to where the Deadlands lay. I panted, suddenly all energy gone. I shook my head. I noticed that instead of roaring, I could howl. Back to normal. As I passed back to camp, with the rabbit I (somehow) remembered to dig up, I wondered if Scarlet could help me get this all figured out. I walked into camp, and dropped off my not-so-fresh kill. I wanted to ask Scarlet about this new found power, but my paws I found my paws steering me towards my den. Before I knew it, I had my eyes closed, and I was drifting off to sleep.