Превращение в тушу,

Я хожу в походы осторожно.

The snow coated and hugged pine trees as it fell from the overcast above the grey clouds. Birds circled above with raptors cawing and preying upon the less fortunate.

"Убирайтесь! Я желаю больше не видеть вас! Можешь сдохнуть на лютом морозе!" (Get out! I wish to never see you again! You can die in the freezing cold!)

chrn- -chnrh- ...chhrr! chrnc-

"RROUUF!!" "Я тебя ненавижу! Я ненавижу тебя! Я ненавижу тебя!"

A beast has pounced on you, screaming and sobbing as they lashed out and slashed and swiped their claws against your face, cutting deeply as they could. A metal plate gleamed in the light.

'AmUr.'

Whatever this beast was, its name was probably 'Amur', however you could barely make it out due to constantly being smacked around by the beast.

You caught the paw of the sobbing and uncontrolled beast, making eye contact with it as it snarled and sobbed.

now what do you do? offer your neck like you're some kind of dwarf rabbit for it? no.

The Choice is Yours.