"Say no more, sister," Garrett said. He leaned his staff up against a wall. It would find him later. He lawked, a fluid movement of shifting from one form to another. His hide tightened around him, his human form had shrinking smaller and smaller, until all that was left was a grey fox.

His voice was rough, the process of speaking around reformed teeth always a challenge. "Keep up if rou can." Then he took off like a shot, running for his life.