~ ~ ~ Curled into a fetal ball, Hi'el forcefully coughs several times, finally managing to suck in a desparately needed breath of air, and then plaintively groans to himself hoarsely whispering "Oh, Goddess, that hurt!"  He jerks his head up at the sound of the howl, penetrating through the ringing in his ears, and winces in pain caused by the movement as he regards the former lute player turned decidely predatory and animalish.  A faint memory [Int Check = 3, d20] from his studies with the Shadoweir floats to the surface of his conscious thoughts triggered by the music, lute and now the changes happening to the lute player.  He again whispers to himself the words which accompany those thoughts, saying "Wolfwere... Fey of the Dark Path...", and slowly and a little unsteadily rolls to hands and knees, preparing to stand.  The Silenni looks at the long bow, held momentarily forgotten in grasp for half a heartbeat then swivels about on one knee, raising the bow horizontal to the ground.  Dust, leaves and broken branches shakes free of the Shadoweir as he sweeps free a second silver-tipped sheaf arrow from his quiver, knocking it to the bowstring.  Moving with a little greater surety, he lifts the bow sighting down the white fletched shaft of the arrow at the throat of the beast, and lets fly the missile. ~ ~ ~