The woods looked different to Caleb when he was changed. The human he had been moments before only saw pristine snow, unbroken, silent. The cat he’d become looked over the shrouded landscape and noticed a myriad of tiny tracks covering the surface of the snow. Sounds drifted to him from the trees, oddly muted—snow shifting off branches as something small and furry skittered to the safety of its burrow, the distant call of a night bird as it took wing, the shuffles and snorts of horses farther away. The smell of man was everywhere, but he recognized it as his own scent, mingled with Brance’s, and he was not afraid. Beneath that was the clean, crisp, wet smell of snow. It blanketed everything like a magician’s cloak, hiding all other odors. Ceasing his run, Caleb raised his head, teeth bared
