There was something in the air... a familiar scent that caught his attention and sparked his interest. It was strange though, unlike anything he had ever noticed before. Familiar yet... alien, as if the smell should be coming from someplace closer or on his person. Very strange, the mixing confusion of distance and perception and conflict. This prickling sensation of foreboding gave him pause, and Logan slipped out of the main building, slinking along the wall.
A flash of white, and Logan found his eyes trained on the sight of a huge white horse, all majesty and wilderness, racing away. There was a slight pause in his thoughts. Wasn't that supposed to be him?!
But in a moment, his mouth watered and he scratched at his jaw as it started to itch. Quite suddenly, it had filled with teeth, and Logan was caught off guard as his bones started to shift and snap with change... but it wasn't normal. When he opened his mouth... his saliva dribbled somewhat out of a large gape, revealing white canines that fairly glistened in the moonlight. Fur rippled across his body, not the pale colours of his Clydesdale, but the dark and short fur of... something. There was a burst of fear before the dog's mind took over.
Then there was only one thing left...
He slunk towards his prey, keeping his body low and his paws spread lightly across the ground. Instinct told him he must eat, he must satisfy this hunger to survive. To eat. To kill. To live.