When he saw the horse turn to him, Trent knew that any hopes of taking it were over. Besides, it looked like a healthy beast. How on earth was he going to grab it all alone, anyway? The horse made a sound at him, and Trent was unsure whether or not to respond. All was lost now, anyway, and he was forced to face hunger the rest of the day, he feared, if not more than that.
It was then that another luperci appeared and stood beside the horse, talking to it. Trent quickly ducked down into the foliage as he watched the optime, what appeared to be, talk to the horse. He was confused by this action, not sure what to make of it, not sure why the wolf would talk to the horse, nor why the horse would accept the wolf so close. It just didn't seem natural at all, and Trent tried to remain hidden as he tried to figure it out.
Unfortunately, Trent was a horrible tracker and stalker, and on top of that had little control yet about his forms. He could feel the urge to shift come forth when he saw the optime stand by the horse, and he wanted to suppress it to avoid looking like a moron in front of yet another, but could not.
With a groan Trent fell to the ground and curled himself up as he started to transform from his lupus to his optime form. It wasn't as bad as his first time, but definitely not very good either. He shook as he transformed, as his bones changed and cracked and his paws grew into fingers. It took quite some time before he changed, although Trent himself only vaguely registered the change. He could not suppress screaming as he lay on the ground and shifted.
While his body changed, Trent forced himself to open his eyes to check whether or not he was being watched.