*WHOOSH!!*
Precision and swiftness.
Constantine's steps revered through the forest like void gales. His speed faster and sharper senses, it didn't take long before he came to a realisation.
'Werebeasts are the best!'
As a warrior and knight, no one could tell him more precisely what abilities were more necessary when it came to fighting, scheming and even fleeing.
Speed, muscle tension, reaction speed, sense and why not? gallantry.
By becoming a werelion the increase in all those aspects, particularly in the gallantry department, was abysmal.
*BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!*
His mind and consciousness sought both Nia and Zamira in the forest as he headed south following the trail of corpses he left behind until they disappeared, but the other part of himself, the new predator, would desire to at least implant a good bite into anything that moved in this forest.
'I can't control these senses properly... they're overwhelming.'