"Uh, do any of you folks want or need some rations? Not sure if you guys are up to hunting tonight." he asked, dropping his bag next to a dry patch of leaves, making a small bed of leaves to minimize his bedroll from getting too dirty. He removed his flint and stone, one of his rations, made by his loving mother, and his bedroll, laying it out on top the small bed of leaves. He saw that the bedroll was a bit too small for him, as he huffed, placing his ration down and covered, and went near the river. He splashed his face with the cold water, trying to focus a bit. He stood up, and walked to the middle of the camp. "Well, guys, I have something to show you... Don't be alarmed." he simply said, and began to concentrate, closing his eyes. His body, slowly but surely began to contort into a smaller form, his masculine appearance melting to make way to a much more boyish form, probably about his own age. He remembered this form from walking through a small farming village, much like the one where he found his previous form. Within a minute, he took form, into a young boy, probably 17, 18 years old, looking at the party with wide eyes.