Worgen Hard or Hardly Worgen?

 It had been a few minutes since Harrow saw his body, occupied by Viatorus, wandering around. Lucky for him it's a very tall body, and it's a hard one to lose. But now as he scans the crowd he doesn't see pale blue skin or blonde hair or glowing eyes. Where could V have gone off to? Could something be wrong? 

And then he sees them. The ears! He knows those ears! Viatorus is in his worgen form. Something must have gone terribly wrong, and before he remembers the anti-violence field his mind fills his thoughts with worries of blood and pain. Could V have mauled someone? Could someone have hurt him out of fear or loathing or any number of things? He's got to find out, more for V's benefit than his body's. He knows which one is the sturdier of the two.

"Viatorus!" he shouts as he bobs through the crowd. He nearly goes too fast and feels his lungs start to flutter. He can't run. He can barely powerwalk. Either way, he can't stop moving. He heads for the massive wolf-creature as quickly as the crowd and his body will allow.

((A continuation of plots from the Walk a Mile event, posted here to the journal to save our inboxes from certain Hell. Tagging heirtothearcane!))