Gin remained still for a long time.
Even with his spiritual sense tightly woven around the area within a few tens of meters, he hesitated to move. His silver-blue form glimmered faintly beneath the forest's filtered light, nestled in the shade of a half-collapsed ridge and surrounded by the lingering remnants of blood energy mixed with elemental. His body still ached, dull pulses of pain trailing through his muscles like fading aftershocks from an earthquake but the greater turmoil lay in his mind.
How was he supposed to approach them?
The others the ones he'd once traveled beside, spoken with, stayed beside as more than just a companion were just ahead. Unaware that the wolf prowling the ruined landscape was the very person they might be mourning. Or worse… fearing. He had no idea what he looked like to them now. His body, majestic as it was, was foreign even to him. He still hadn't come to terms with it.
Would they attack first and ask questions later?
