The dhe wolf had recently caught its pray, a quick nimble rabit, snout coated with blood and maw filled with tender flesh a new scent caught her attention, the smell of man blood, slowly the she wolf would stalk closer to where the scent was comming from, staying within the treeline to avoid detection by the men in the man made tree, she knew by instink that their steel claws cut deep, and some could spit quills a great distance, watching the head get mounted a females voice spoke in the shewolfs mind. "We need to leave, this is their terrority not ours." The voice was her own voice, yes, she was Pandora and it was time to take a new form, a smaller form who's nature would not overwhelm her like the wolf form turning to leave she would tild her head back and get out a howl "scent of kill is man, near man home, only death awaits, find food else where" once done the she wolf woulf disapear off into the forest, taking on the more familar shape of a she badger.