Jake was a little put off by how antsy Marco seemed, he knew his friend was keeping something from him, he just couldn't be sure what. Too many new things had hit them today; a new Animorph, an new morphing cube, another attack on his parents. He looked over to the two talking, when Raksha looked up into the sky. Shawn was too distracted by Raksha's eyes to follow her gaze, but Jake wasn't. He looked up and caught a flash of feather; feather he knew that didn't come from an osprey. He lowered and shook his wolf head. Looking back toward Raksha, now demorphed, he feels safe enough to demorph himself.
Shawn answered Raksha's question, "Well, you were a tiger in a trap. A big tiger at that. I've seen a tiger in action," Shawn nods toward the demorphing Jake, "It's enough to scare a wolf. Besides, we saw you back at the school, we tried to follow you when we lost your scent. Then I figured out that we didn't lose it, you changed your scent. You morphed. As far as we knew, no other human on this planet can morph. No one that didn't know about the war or the invasion."