Getting up this tree wasn't working at all. Maybe he was trying to go too quickly, or maybe they were charmed with an anti-climbing spell, or maybe Toby was simply too panicked to get any kind of proper hold on the bark or branches to really get up there. He looked back again, wide-eyed, upon hearing Airey's admonishment. Maybe, if he wasn't so focused on fleeing up this tree and they weren't in the middle of a MANHUNT and he wasn't so terrified of that EXTRA AGGRESSION that was running full-steam at him and threatening to pass the same to him... maybe without all that, he'd have gotten a little upset. Again. But yeah. Maybe later. Little busy.

Because when he'd looked back to see Airey, what Toby had actually seen was that WERESTUDENT. This time, as he dangled by his fingers from a lower branch of the tree, he thought he could tell who it was. Lux. Lux Carrington, and she was about to get him, and this time, he wouldn't be able to dodge it.

"No!" Toby cried out, panic gripping his voice. "Please, NO! I don't want to be a werewolf!" He didn't... he couldn't. He was so afraid of accidentally hurting someone, and he knew he was capable of it. He didn't want to feel that aggression. The fear was real. Soon he was all but screeching into the gloom as he tried to get away and up the tree to safety. "I CAN'T. I DON'T WANT TO BE A WEREWOLF! IDON'TWANTTOBEAWEREWOLF! NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO, I DON'T WAN-" Despite flailing around from that branch, there was no avoiding it. Lux's swipe caught him (CRITICAL HIT), and Toby fell suddenly and eerily silent. He let go of the branch and landed smartly on the floor.

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There was hair growing on his hands, and when he touched his face, Toby felt it growing there too. When he looked up and around at the others whom he could actually see, he found that suddenly the werestudents didn't look like they were moving so impossibly slow anymore. In fact, the trappers he could see looked like they were lumbering through the mist.

He ran a tongue over his teeth to find that they'd changed too, and suddenly... there it was... the aggression. It suddenly burned up within him, piled on to all the other confusing and messy feelings of the day, and Toby suddenly felt like he was going to explode. He watched some of the others, and felt it. The need to take someone down. To hit out at them. To grab them and subject them to this too. He gritted his teeth as an expression as ugly as his mood suddenly became clear on his werewolf face. He had enough of his wits about him to focus on one thing in particular...

Dakest, Culloden, or Flamsteed. He was gonna get one of them. Bring them down and give THEM a taste of this.

Toby gave an angry huff, clenching his jaw tightly. He was ready.