Anyone who enters would immediately recognize her power. She lies in a hazy 
shaft of moonlight that enters through the skylight above. Mere skin has 
transformed into a dense, shaggy coat of red and black, the color of blood and the night. Her forelegs are heavy with muscle, her paws the size of 
a troll’s. She could crush a man’s skull between her teeth, or lay him open from
shoulder to groin with a single pass of her claws. She knows that because she’s
done it, that and more. She’s even fought a troll or two while in her natural
form, and always come out the victor.