I could see from his outline that he was covered in a thick fur and his eyes glowed gold as the light hit him briefly. Starting to breathe softer, and clam down. I resigned that if something was going to happen to me it would have happened already. I just want to talk. There is not much else to do.
Conversation goes two ways.
I come from forests in British Columbia in Canada. There aren't many people there and there is plenty of food and shelter. I shook my head, not moving my eyes from his form. I heard stories of a small number of people that enjoy the form of the man animal. Some dress up, some draw, some write, and some even aspire to shed their human form and become as I am.