Dutch made sure he was far from camp, he was sure no one would find him. But when he saw you walking toward him as he was transforming, he knew he miscalculated.

"Get out of here, run, I won't be able to control it!"

You've never heard your charismatic leader sound panicked before. That's when you noticed that Dutch's ears were more pointed than normal. In fact, there was black fur on them.

His teeth. Sharper. His eyes. Yellow. His fingers. Clawed.

"RUN"

Dutch growled out.