The call of a raven wakes Martius from his uneasy slumber, the bitter taste in his mouth dying away as his sense return to him. He grumbles, placing an arm over his snout without opening his eyes. Wait. What? A snout?

With a start, he stands, eyes wide. Four legs beneath him as he turns in a circle, trying in vain to get a good look at himself. He could see enough to know that something had happened to him. A dog perhaps, no, he could feel the power in his own body. A wolf more like. He shut his blue eyes and shook his great head, hoping that upon opening them again he would awake from this odd dream. Alas, that was not the case.

Well. In that case he may as well get his bearings if he could not do anything about his new form.

He sat, regarding the tangle of trees about him with growing dread. He had some navigational skills, but this was quite the mess.

A few ravens taking off suddenly, making a cacophony as they went, alerted him that someone else might be near. His ears swiveled to try and pick up any other sounds indicating an approach.

"Is someone there?" perhaps they would be able to help him.