Ticonderoga turns into his human for, stand exactlly 6'6", his muscle bound arms showing through the tanktop he wears, his denum jeans end at a pair of black boots, his short hair the color of his fur. "And why should I" he says, the scar over his left eye now visable upon his human form, still bleeding. "Aren't these the beings in which destroyed our families, our homes, OUR LIVES" he continues, his rage building with every word "Why should I let them live their little lives, so they can destroy what little we have left?" Then he walks past Rennos, twards the humans quivering n the dirt "they have seen me change, the have seen her change, the'll most likly tell their village about it, then we'll never be safe from humans" he drones on "they'll tell everyone within a fifty mile radios that there are still wolves left, and that they can take human form. Would you want that? We'll be hunted like deer for game, they'll put a reward on our heads, though there still is a reward for mine" he stops to see if his point got through. still angry, though slightly relieved.