Impending hunt (part 1?)

The sound of dripping fills the crisp air as drops of liquified flesh roll off of his bones and into the grass, revealing reddish pink muscles stretched tight across the framework of the being. They begin to expand, almost too large for the mortal's skeleton until it begins to crack and pop out of place and grow larger, the bones more thick and yellowed filling out the strands of muscle perfectly. A hint of swelling can be seen from outside the ribcage as the organs begin to rival the size of the muscles. The blood flows stronger through his veins and arteries, his heart pumping faster and faster. The feet follow shortly after, pushing the puddle of melted skin aside as they compensate in balance the larger torso. The gentle glow in his eyes morphs into a lurid flare, the round pupils stretching into soul-less slits. The fur grows out in a thick glossy tufts, poking out from the neck, under the jutting snout. It opens to release an unholy cry of pain, shifting from a squeal to a deep ardent cry of victory- and bloodlust...