Jarrah laid in the lake, letting the water seep into his wound as an occasional grunt of pain escaped him. His wings were folded behind him, large and protruding from the water, as was his head. At time like these, he wished that he could shift to his human form and feel what it was like to be engulfed by the waves. But, unfortunately, this much blood loss would slaughter his human form, leaving it as a vessel and him as a wandering soul. He wouldn’t have that. A crunch of leaves brought him out of his head and he whipped around to locate its source, teeth bared. What he spotted only served to irritate him further. A human. In his forest. “Do you not know the laws of this forest, pest?” No response. Only a curious gaze. “Be gone.” He commanded, nudging it with his large tail.