he found what he was looking for in an upstairs room. asleep on the bed was what looked like one of the humans young. 17 years old he guessed. but none of that mattered. he stroked his slit idly enjoying the images playing through his mind. he was just about to transform the boy when a sinister idea came into his head. "why have it happen now? why not when the boy is among his own kind. or when he is receiving pleasure". he used his taloned hand to scratch the boy lightly. injecting the virus into his bloodstream. where it would wait.. he then left the house and flew back to his forest. but not before creating a bond with the boy so he could observe him.