[The beep of recording drew Hetzen's eyes, not that he could see it. With an almost imperceptible question, one directed at the man behind the camera then a nod that followed. The hunter fell to his knees, likely a habit learned from Gen. R., and his body began to shift. Unnatural cracking, elongating, sharpening and so forth that the man knew well, a large muzzle sprouting from his jaw. None of this hurt terribly bad compared to what he had been through, plus it was familiar, and never lasted longer than ten minutes maximum. Once the change had finished, a beast towered over the frame of the camera, even seated, he looked giant. After a glance to something off camera, he bounded off, the camera trained on him. Clearly the cameraman knew better than to interrupt or move after them, waiting until they left deeper into the treeline to cut off the video.]
[An image of a man being held in a massive set of jaws, the man being held aloft dwarfed in their size. They both have short spiky black hair, so they're hard to tell apart clearly, but they both seem happy.]