In the crisp night air; Harry, the Cullens and a group of ten enormous wolves were gathered in what he had just learned was "no man's land". Apparently, they had a treaty. Which was a little awkward because Harry had, albeit unknowingly, broken it not two weeks ago. He had attempted to look innocent at the time of the conversation. It did not work. Thankfully, his actions did not truly count against the Cullens.

Currently, Jasper was talking about newborns with Edward occasionally spouting questions in a dull voice, asking on behalf of the Wolves.

Harry stood off to the side, not really wanting to be there at all. He wasn't up to leading another army. Nor did he feel like training one. His help would solely consist of fighting. But, Carlisle hadn't stoped pestering. At the very least, he learned that newborns would attack similarly to a werewolf on the full moon. Without thought or strategy.

Turning his gaze toward the wolves who had been eying him for the past few hours, Harry took the chance to find his wolf. The one that had seen him kill the vampire. Well, not his. Looking now and comparing it to the others Harry noted that it was a she. She was smaller than the rest, save a gangly tan one who for some reason he labeled Seth. They were oddly similar. The two wolves were standing close together. Harry wondered if they were related or just close friends.

Edging closer Harry steadily made his way toward the female, a little surprised that the others had let him. Reaching a hand out and placing his fingertips lightly on her fur Harry felt as she shivered. With no sign of retaliation Harry smiled and sank his hand past the rough guard hairs into the softer fur underneath and gently dug his fingers along her shoulder blade. Grinning wider as she leaned into his side Harry glanced up to see every pair of eyes staring at him. Sucking in an unneeded breath he shifted away. A moment later she growled at them, most had the grace to look embarrassed. Edward had an odd look on his face. Like he had just realized something, holding mostly shock until it shifted. Harry compared his expression to the twins when waiting for one their plans to come into effect and a he felt a chill crawl up his spine.

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Walking home, his bike wasn't built to go so far off road, Harry decided to change forms. While not as fast as his actually body, his animagis form still has more stamina and stronger senses, if only slightly. Plus, his mind is always calmer. There are less things to worry over in the form of a simpler minded animal. An animal just doesn't care about the same things as strongly. And while he was still himself he could easily fall back on those instincts.

Undressing and wrapping his clothes up into a tight ball, Harry shifted. While seemingly instantaneous, it was in actuality a complicated process. You have to know where the bones and muscle should be when changing. Of course, by this point it was no harder than changing into a new shirt. But, the process took over a year to get right. Sinking to all fours Harry could feel his bones snapping and rearranging, his fingers shrinking away, fur growing everywhere. It felt like his body was crawling with ants. The worst of it was when a tail grew from the base of his spine. Then it was over and in his place stood a large coyote. Small, when compared to the Wolves though. Unlike them, he was for the most part entirely normal.

Ears flicking forward and back once, Harry picked up his clothing parcel and took off running. There was really nothing like it. Light on his feet he practically flew over the undergrowth, dodged around a tree and compared shifting to flying on his broom. Perhaps not quite as versatile there's something to be said about the sights and smells that can only be gained by being closer to the ground.

The journey home ended quicker than he would have liked.