A joiner days ago. He was now a member of this land and he moved along with ease. Ever shifting form moving about his small home. He liked his little hut. It was a good place to rest. A good place to live. That and he didn't come off as mocking others here. Can't turn into anyone if he can't see them. Simple as that.

At the moment he was pacing his livingroom in a wide circle. The sound of his feet changing from pawsteps, claw taps, and hoof beats. He was simply having some alone time with his thoughts. Not realizing his door was even open.

actions | "speech" | attacking