Tod hadn't changed yet. He was laying knocked out against a rock not far from where the others were. A trickle of blood flowed down his chin, still wet. He'd been in a fight... A nasty one. But, one needed money now a days, and fighting was a good way to get some. Painful, though. He breathed sharply under a cracked rib. It was enough to wake him. He opened his light brown eyes, matching his brown hair perfectly. They were hazy, though...
He tried to stand, but found it impossible with dislocated knee cap. He shifted, and for a second was a lanky Grey Werewolf, his muzzle, scrunched up in pain. It subsided as he slid back into health, and back into his human form.
Werewolves Anonymous
A guild for the werewolves of Gaia
