<*sigh* There is only one way we can even catch up to them...and I don't like it anymore then you do.> Stephen thinks to Zaphod
<Yeah, I know but let's try to make it as clean as possible...> The Yeerk replies, before diving behind some brush, looking around to double check his cover before stowing his dracon gun in a small bag. He quickly strips down to the wet suit he has underneath his clothes before crouching and focusing on a wolf he had acquired not long ago, Shuddering slightly as he feels the bones start to crack and reform, his arms and legs becoming the same length as his fingers come together into paws. His teeth lengthening into fangs as they fill out his elongating face, as the tingling starts to spread across his body from nose to back, gray fur sprouting to cover his body. His Ears moving upward as his tail sprouts out between his hind legs. Zaphod shakes his head a little as he reigns in the wolf's instincts, sniffing around as he picks up the scent of someone familiar along with blood. Deciding that's the best path to go as he chases after the scent, hoping it leads him to his target.