"Hey! Dog! Scram! How did you wander this far out without dying?! Go on, get out of here!"
He almost rolled his eyes. Had he never seen a wolf before? Or even a warewolf, much less a shifter? Toreh pondered that fore a moment. He had seen a lot in Essryn, but not everything. Not a dragon, for sure. Or a Kelpie. He'd heard about them, but not seen them.... He shook his head. He knew where the tree-kid was coming from. He grinned a little, his canines showing. 'Way to scare him,' he thought. But the kid had still ticked him off. Well then, let's see how he likes to play.
Toreh began to focus; nothing special, just a little wind. But the wind REALLY picked up. The sands behind him began to twist and flow in the currents. It brushed against his fur, mottling the smooth black hairs. The leaves quietly rustled. And then he focused on the figure, sitting in the tree. The winds followed.
He didn't even check to see if the figure had fallen off. Toreh suspected that no one had seen a creature of his own skills before. He hadn't, at least. To show some respect, he began to focus again, on his human self. His body changed like before, but in reverse. The hair slowly shrank back into his skin, while his face contorted back into a human's. His bones shifted, sending him into an upright position. Then, as always, the particulars clear up. His senses returned to normal, his speech was cleared. And most particularly, he was wearing clothes. Toreh always wondered at this. Maybe it was the magic part. His family, well, ex-family, always had to reshift in private. Well, nonetheless, it was helpful. Right now, anyway, he was wearing black trousers and a black belt, with pouches attached. He rathered it than a pack when traveleing. And to complete the color, he had black soft shoes on. They made walking in the sand, and any other terrain, easier.
Then he saw the figure walking towards him. Toreh himself folded his arms on his bare chest, interested in what the figure wanted. The figure stopped at at foot from the treeline.