After your recent encounter with the forest's inhabitants you decide it is best to quicken your pace. The dirt trail weaves, turns and shifts as if it were marked out by a drunk. It is only by keeping an eye on the moon overhead that you maintain your bearings. It feels as if the forest itself is reacting to your presence and you fear you will be covered with hundreds of tiny scratches from the grasping talon-like branches of the trees.
Until you are informed otherwise you may NOT shape-change from this point onwards. If you are a wolf turn to 229, otherwise turn to 113.