Andrew doesn't have much of a chance to grow accustomed to his new bestial form. After 15 minutes of walking,
he's gotten his balance and find himself to be more agile...and with his sharper senses, he pics up the scent
of several other hyena men.
He clutches the sword in his paw-hands, his lips twisting into a growl as he readies to attack. But as he
approaches the three, they aren't hostile. They yip and bark, calling him over as packmate, offering him some
meat from their hunt. They're disgusting creatures, but one of them almost looks--and smells--attractive.
Andrew is torn, half of him wanting revenge on the beasts that cursed him, the other half exhausted from his
transformation and wanting the comfort of comrades. Maybe they could help him with his quest...or would they
just distract him from it?