I had trained a lot to change back and forth easily from my human and hound forms, enough that I could exploit it in battle; After all, just because I am a hound doesn't mean I need to keep my training in hound form only, which made me search for some human styles of fighting and, well, when I first tried I saw an opportunity there as the hound form is really good at chasing or attacking with a pack but the humanoid form is better in a one versus one scenario.
Even worst would be leaving such apparent weakness in place to be exploitable, being unable to fight in my human form.
I look up once more, taking in the environment I was in; lacking some trees and armors now, those been replaced by charcoal and melted puddles of metal, the only remaining now was the Oak tree thing. He looks at me, his green now yellowish light glimmering strangely, especially were his eyes would be, narrowing.
"Then let's see what you fear the most, Hound."
