Ailwin Ryann |PF| *It was that time...he could feel his skin moving, stretching. It felt like he was ready to peel his skin back with his fingernails, to break free from the thin veneer of humanity he suffered. He'd left it too long, and now he was aching, itchy, needing to get out. Without even taking a breath, he flashed himself to the birch forests in northern Russia, where few humans tread, and their kind felt more at home.*