[There's blood all over Tsume now, the cuts on his legs the worst off, dripping all over the floor. His neck escaped without more than a few superficial cuts, protected by the thick ruff of skin and fur around it. His tongue comes out, licking it off his muzzle. He's stiff-legged, eyes darting as he looks for a way out, but there's only one main entrance, and Bigby's blocking it.
He doesn't like it one bit, this human who smells of nothing but wolf. Tsume can look human when he wants to, but it's just an illusion. There's no solidity to his form, if he brushes up against someone when cloaked as a human, they'll feel fur instead of skin. What he's faced with here is something completely different.
He stares at Bigby for a long moment before he finally speaks, the words not coming directly out of the wolf's muzzle, but more like they're projected right into Bigby's head.]
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He doesn't like it one bit, this human who smells of nothing but wolf. Tsume can look human when he wants to, but it's just an illusion. There's no solidity to his form, if he brushes up against someone when cloaked as a human, they'll feel fur instead of skin. What he's faced with here is something completely different.
He stares at Bigby for a long moment before he finally speaks, the words not coming directly out of the wolf's muzzle, but more like they're projected right into Bigby's head.]
What are you?