I stepped outside and began to morph. Fur turned to feathers, and I shrank down for what seemed like a long time. This was my smallest morph yet, compared to the Human and fish. When the instincts kicked in, I felt a strong urge to be up in the air. I was vulnerable down on the ground, but a tree could give me protection and a good view. I flew up, and perched on the roof of the building since that was close by. I think the Humans saw me up here, but they couldn't get me now, and I could watch them. There was another bird of prey too, and I didn't much like him either., even though he said he had been there when my brother...wait. Yes. I wasn't a bird. This was a morph.
<Hmm. This morph has very strong senses. I can see individual hairs on your head, Sam. This should be a very useful form.>