It wasn’t every day that the Hybrid was able to take his worries and literally leave them by the wayside. He mourned for his sister as keenly as if she had died instead of leaving him. It was a heavy weight upon his shoulders that caused him to turn his back on his city as it tore itself apart. He looked west with the idyllic desire that he had as a human child kept under his father’s control. West meant freedom. It meant the ocean. It meant everything he wanted and could never have - until now. The benefit of being a hybrid was that he stood outside of the moon’s control, his form was larger, he stood in sharp contrast to the shadows but the moon shone silver off of his fur as he ran. Each footfall fell silent and the forest quieted as the wildlife realized that something far too old to be natural was in their midst. He leapt over the river and seamlessly changed from one form into the next. It had taken practice to master that, the pain never eased but it blazed freely through him and he accepted it. He landed in the form of a human, and gathered the clothes that he had left behind. 
He pulled on his shirt when he heard the twig snap behind him, and he caught the scent and smirked. Young ones. He enjoyed them. “If you are going to stab me - I’d like to warn you that my brother has the honour of killing me when the time comes, and I’d hate to take that pleasure from him.”