Mmmm, that's nice, Jon thought, curling his claws into the ground. The dirt was cool, giving way easily and Jon felt his tail whip ar--
Wait.
Claws? Tail?
Jon opened his mouth to shout 'what the hell' but all that came out was a startled screech. He scrambled up fourfeetfuckinghell and promptly toppled back to the ground, his center of gravity totally different. Maybe it'd be best if he just stayed on the ground for now, get his bearings now that he was a - Jon looked down at himself - a griffin. Seriously?
An image of Gerard's panicked face flashed through Jon's mind suddenly and he remembered the river, the chanting, before he'd slid under the water. He looked up, searching for Gerard.
Instead, he got William.
And of course, Jon snorted at the sight in front of him, Bilvy would get turned into a merman. It was pretty though, he had to admit, the play of the light off William's scales. Jon's stomach growled. Hungry, he thought absently, his ear twitching. And man, was that a weird feeling.