He hid in the nearby brush, crouched low to the ground watching as these creatures were massacred. If he were an actual creature like those being killed out there he would most certaintly fear the ones that killed his kin. But he wasn't, though he still feared them.
He still had a hard time trying to focus, he guessed that was key to chaning back to his original self... Having focus and being calm. He was neither at the moment.
His jaw clenched tight as he carefully watched creatures, hearing more as they come crashing through the forest around him, making their way to the battle grounds. No more distracted from decoys.
How were they to survive a second horde! He thought. Easily distracted with the image of a person with wings, then the sight of a large bear crashing out into mass wave of creatures. Krieven had to make his move, and he had to do it now!
He launched from the brush, scrambling forward and attacking a creature from behind, mouth finding the nape of the things neck where Krieven attached himself, causing both the creatures to crash and tumble, claws catching each other before Krieven bit down harder, almost servering the beasts head clean from its shoulders.