Who you calling dumb? Darran snorts at Aaron's businesslike manner. "Trust me, I can keep up with you. By the way, what's your na--"

At least he's still pretty damn agile. As Aaron comes to a screeching stop Darran quickly sidesteps him and winds up standing next to him, and getting a good eyeful of these... whatever they are. Reflexively, he activates two powers-- he can't quite remember what they're called, but one makes him resistant to burning and the other makes him very hard to injure-- and starts to shift up. As he does, he grins at Aaron and says, "Or hey, maybe we can ask these guys for directions."

He's done this so often that he's more preoccupied with the powers he just activated. Why can't he remember their names? And did it always tingle like that? Wasn't there something-- wait.

Darran's not actually shifting to werewolf-- instead, after what feels to him like one of the longest, most embarrassing pauses of his life, his fingertip pop long, curved claws. And that is it. No fur on his arms, no three-foot height boost. He claps a hand to his face, horrified-- no snout, no fangs.

"What the FUUUUUU--" Which is, naturally, when the first hound rushes him and sends them both ass over teakettle.