Lacross nearly snatched away from the person picking his arm up and wrapping it around their neck, but only relaxed as much as he could once realizing that it was an ally. "Svean..." He said, but sounded more like the pained growl of a wounded beast. He could only walk so much in his transition from his human mind to the savagery that befell him in the early morning hours.
"I'm...not..dying..." He managed to force out before the beast took that away from him as well. The hand that was around svean's neck started to dig in the furred sleeve and dug around for something. He was snarling slightly, as if trying to hold himself back from attacking his aid, and produced a small, folded piece of paper and stuck it in his shirt.
Lacross shivered and shook with every step, every now and again nearly tumbling over his own feet in an effort to get to his room. He pointed to the furthest door on the hall, the most out of the way room in the wing and heaved again. It was getting worse, the beast trying to force itself free from the bonds that lacross tried to set in place. He was loosing the battle, he just hoped he wouldn't loose the war before he got to his room.