Epsiba raised a quizzical ear. The language the other wolf spoke was unfamiliar indeed; however, with the signs of magic, it was apparent that there would be something dreadful to follow. The great wolf looked to the human, who probably didn't understand either, but it was clear that the magic just done had left some kind of impression.

( how does My transformation happen?)

Wolf killer quickly snapped his hand back as the wolf to his side tried for his arm. He noticed his bite come down, and he quickly launched himself to land on him. He quickly spun about and heard the main wolf, and got up and wipped himself off. Blackblood, was his new name, just because this super wolf called him so. It had a ring to it, he could get used to it.
He showed anger, and bowed his head to the wolf to his right (Episiba) and acknowledged his defeat. He looked to those pups left, and his broken shield, as well as his bloodied spear.

Alara, the perfectly white wolf with tribal markings snapped at the man. Instead of killing him by snapping her jaws shut arond his head, something strange happened. There was a bright flash and Alara glowed as bright as the moon gazing its rays upon fresh snowfall. Wolf Killer's body felt strange and full of pain when all of his bones snapped and re-aligned themselves, forming a much different skeleton. His hands and feet became paws, his face lengthened to create a lupine muzzle, his ears moving to the top of his head and a tail erupted from his back side. His black fur seemed stained with splatters of red, as if blood was splashed upon him. Alara then dropped the body to the ground, digusted that she had to make this man live amoung her kin. At least she could tell him apart from her true son's and daughters. Now, Alara was speaking in wolf s her body began to materialize into mist.

Prove to my Kin that you deserve to live among them as an equal and If you survive being a wolf your body will be returned to you...May the Great Spirits have mercy on you.

Alara's body turned into mist and evaporated into the sky. Snow began to fall and both Epsiba and Blackblood could hear the strange calls of man, the bipedal beast, the feared enemy of wolves.

"Wolf Killer! Wolf Killer where-"

Mauler of Bears came upon a gruesome sight. A Den of wolves. Pups lay cuddling their dead mother, an older wolf stood beside a black one...with blood all over him. Wolf Killers broken spear and bitten sheild lay off to the side...and Wolf Killer no where in sight. Mauler became angry and roared at the wolves, charging them with his knife. The wolves could not understand what he was saying, but it was apparent that if they didnt run, the man would kill them.

"You dirty wolves...you ate him...I'll eat your pups in front of you and use your fur as a rug!!"

Epsiba stood in shock as the white wolf vanished into the mist, leaving a coprorial form behind. She gazed into the eyes of the black wolf that had once been man in sheer outrage; this fool had supposedly come to join their elustrious ranks? This man who could only see so far as to kill off her kinsman?

Then, there came another, she allowed an irritated growl to escape her jawels. Turning to the newly transformed pain-in-her-ass, she tried to speak. "Well," her voice was old and matronly. "are your options; fight your kin and save yourself, or die and face the degradation that you've put my kind through for centuries. Make your choice!"

The wolf circled back to check on the orphaned pups, they would most likely have to come with her... not something she was looking forward to. But, she could still produce enough milk to keep them fed, it just might kill her in the proccess.

Then, to Epsiba's great surprise, another man came from inside the cave...the man Blackblood was chasing. Before she could attack him, he showed signs of submission. He even spoke in wolf, though it was very broken and heavilly accented.

"No Fear...Help...Wolf..." He pointed to himself. "Friend." As Mauler charged, 'Friend' picked up the bitten sheild and swung it as hard as he could, smacking Mauler in the head. Mauler fell and hit his head hard on the stones, knocking him out. 'Friend' moved now to the pups and the dead mother. He placed the pups on top of her, as her fur still held warmth and he lifted her body up. "Forgive..." Was all Epsiba and Blackblood could make out. He looked down at the two wolves, motioning for them to follow him. Wherever he was going, it ws better than here.

Blackblood, fell over, and then attempted to get back up, his new paws were hard to work, he noticed his muscles were transfered to the wolf, and attempted to get up again, he quickly fell over. He made a small whine as he fell over. He noticed a strange green substance dripped of his teeth, blackblood knew that smell to be the same smell his short sword had on it. He then looked at Episiba's method of walking and attempted to imitate it, it seemed to work.

He followed the man, a man he was chasing a minute ago, and moved slowly, and wobbly. He noticed his friend yelling and quickly yelled back, but all that came out was a concerned bark. He then tried to say that it was him, it didnt work, all that came out was a sudden whine. He had an erge to sink his teeth into this man that had beaten his old friend Mauler, he growled.

He then stumbled over following Epsiba.

Epsiba laughed cruelly to herself as she followed behind the man bearing the pups on the platter that was their dead mother. An interesting means of convaying them, but it seemed effective. She turned and shook her head at Blackblood.

"It is of no use, former human. You have not the ability to speak to other men. Enjoy the quiet of nature, for you may be experiencing it for some time. So come, and see what this link between your kin and mine must say." With that, she turned and foll.owed

Blackblood still didnt like this other wolf, but he followed, he didnt like the idea of submitting, but if it meant his survival in completely crazy odds. He got the hang of walking and slowly walked forwards with Episiba. His Coat was black with a couple red sploches on it.

He knew he probably wouldnt be accepted, Blackblood even still had erges to kill Episiba with its back turned. He probably wouldnt make it very far killing wolves as a wolf, if he started out by killing. He at least needed to hone in his skills as a wolf which would take a very long time, at least that was what Blackblood guessed.

Epsiba followed the man who spoke in wolven tongues to the back of the cave, where she sat off-hand; fearing to lay at his feet in peril of being taken advantage of. She looked from Blackblood to the man, hoping that one might speak first, so that she wouldn't have to.

Blackblood spoke to the man, this time in wolven tongues "Who are you?" He noticed his injured
friend on the ground, Black blood asked "will you help my old friend live, he needs to tell my old tribe that I am dead, or the tribe will waste a week searching for me." Blackblood looked at his unconcious friend and licked him a couple times. He hoped he would live, he hoped that his old blood lust for killing wolves didnt cause Maulers death.