His claws dig into the flaking bark of the tree in front of him as he takes a few heaving breaths. It's over. The partial wolf transformation is complete. His potion has worked. He still feels the feral urge to run and hunt, but this time, it's combined with coherent thoughts. His ears twitch, a branch snapping behind him, and an overwhelming scent invades his nostrils and spreads to his loins.