The Coming of the Traveler

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Stretched out on the cool ground, I enjoyed a brief moment of calm after a long march. Next to me lay Maiev, who, although she had not made this journey on her own two feet, was also tired of sitting in the saddle. The priestess was given a sabertooth, while I turned into a tiger and ran along with the others, already glad that no one had to be carried on my hump.

However, I did not complain at all about this state of affairs. After all, constantly being in the skin of a tiger, I could enjoy bright colors, emotions on the faces of elves, and for some reason, such a look gave a feeling of peace and security, absurd, given the fact that in this form my combat capabilities were significantly limited, but did feelings always rational? The euphoria of these sensations and just a brief moment of peace, when you are surrounded by brothers, and not vile creatures, was indescribable. What can I say, if even during the halts I did not turn back into an elf, but remained in animal form, except f