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Tristan had been in a light sleep when the sun had risen,warming the small clearign around the cabin and warming the pale wolf, makign him curl up tighter into a ball in content. HIs ears twiched when he picked up the dulled sound of the female dwarf inside movign about. Slowly he opended his blue eyes when he heard the footsteps moving towards the back of the cabin where he was.

He tensed closing his eyes again, hoping that she would be intimidated by the sleeping form of him...that was dashed when her loud 'OIIIIIII!' made Tristan's ears ring and his form to uncurl and spring up. His paws dug into the dirt as his blue eyes made eye contact with the dwarf.

Sometimes Tristan cursed his sensitive ears... in both his human skin and his true soul form. Pale ears where now pressed down back against his head, his pose was a mix of defensive and non threatening, he held himself back form bearing his teeth... he didn't want to fight... The young wolf had more then enough of fighting in the Pits.

Tristan wondered if this female dwarf could see in his eyes that he wasn't just some animal, he'd heard the guards in the city say that his peoples eyes always held a human intelligence to them... unless they ended up a berserker int eh Pits...when a Shifter let go of the part of themselves that allowed them to maintain a human form they where no longer Shifters.... not to their own kind at least. They became a lost one, because they lost the part of them that kept them form being a mindless animal, unable to be reasoned with.

It was clear that the wolf that stood before the lady dwarf was scrawny, under fed. Not starving but not as filled out as a normal wolf, Tristan stood taller then most normal wolves... he came up to a humans chest most of the time. His light blue eyes looked over the form of the dwarf in front of him, taking in her muscles and the peppering of dirt on her hands. He'd never known a female of any race to have much muscles... it was interesting.... he found his curiosity taking point over his need to protect himself, his human body held scars from the times his curiosity had gotten him beaten as a pup by either the older shifters who where not nice or the guards for 'trying to escape'.

The pale wolf didn't think it woudl be a good thing to change forms right in front of this dwarf. The sunlight glinted off the heavy metal ring around his neck, it stood out against his pale fur in the early morning light.