Gifts taught by spirits, giving them powers that are almost innate in the spiritual halves of themselves. Aaron doesn't remember those gifts or that they are even a part of his being. Whoever this guy is that went running with him, he's cocky enough for this. Maybe he's fought monsters before. "Sure, you look like the charming type. Why don't you just..."

Then he sees the other sprout claws and look surprised and shocked. Did he not expect the claw thing? Aaron didn't quite expected the whole claw thing. Aaron doesn't get much time to react, though before one of the hounds barrels Darran over. Aaron quickly turns his attention back to the other hound now charging and decides it's time to pull the only trump card he remembers. Shifting up to werecoyote, he twists and swipes at the one as it leaps past him. Claws dig in and the liquid fire burns through fur and flesh on Aaron's hand. He yelps and flicks his hand sending as much lava as he could to the ground. It hurts. It hurts a lot. It didn't burn through muscle and bone yet, though, and his fingers still work. Glancing towards Darran to see if he is a cooked corpse yet.