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"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── What a sight indeed. Angel had grown so accustomed the the forms Byriath sustained that when he saw the massive boar moving debris around, he did not immediately recognize the Guru. It wasn't until the heard the voice that rumbled from the muscular creature that it finally registered within him that he was, indeed, looking at Byriath and not a intimidating stranger just flinging the mess of what was there before the mudslide. The jaguar cub tilted his head, watching debris get shifted over curiously. "Is that you, Byr? You look different." He had seen many different creatures, large and small, from his short time on this earth, but this...well, this was new. The tusks were fascinating.

Arvid was not a small kid, and he knew it. Compared to most other creatures his age, his 2 and a half foot tall body was pretty impressive, although he wasn't overly interested in being a fighter. Still, despite the large size that came alongside being a dire wolf, the boy was fairly sure he'd never reach the size that Byriath currently was. Initially upon seeing the other in this new state, Arvid had been kind of petrified. He had never seen such a creature before, and was worried some kind of enemy had infiltrated their – admittedly still kinda fucked up and open – camp. However, he then spotted what the other was doing, and what those around him had to say about it, and he felt relief flood his body. So that was just Byriath, huh? The canine knew about shape-shifting, sure, but he hadn't been expecting something quite so... drastic.

Making his way over to where the guru was nonchalantly tossing debris around, Arvid sat down and watched, his tail wagging behind him. When he finally spoke up, his multicolored eyes seemed to be gleaming with interest, "Man... I wish I could do something like that. It would make helping out with all this crap a lot easier." Still, he had a size advantage over... well, pretty much everyone else present who wasn't Byriath. So, he figured he might as well help out a little bit more too. With a sigh, the dire wolf got up to his paws, clamping his jaws down on one of the bits of debris and dragging it away to be tossed. As he did so, his gaze would occasionally flick over to Byriath, mind deep in thought. He wondered what caused powers like shape-shifting to manifest in someone. Was it something scientific? If so, would he be able to trigger it in himself somehow?