Kin [Tristan||Kitty]
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Shifting didn’t feel like shifting for Tristan. For him, turning into a human was shifting since it changed his true, original form into something else. Of course, he was aware how human minds work and how that belief could be twisted... But he was far too old to care.
Unless it was his daughter giving him shit. Turned out his little mini me was able to push buttons he wasn’t even aware he had prior. And that’s why he was out in the woods in his true form, running. She’d come home again smelling of a certain huntress while pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about. It was nothing personal, but as his only child, Tristan was quite protective of the necromancer.
Stopping abruptly as he watched a deer notice him, the werewolf’s icy blue gaze stared. Gently, he shifted into his human form, watching the majestic animal in awe. His old age surely had made him rather emotional it seemed... Then, his belly growled at him. “... Tough luck.” However, before Tristan could shift and go on the hunt, a small werewolf pounced. “The fuck... Hey! Hey! That was mine!” he yelled with irritation---almost as if the towering werewolf was throwing a tantrum.