Christov rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes and stumbled out of bed. He looked around blearilly for something to wear besides his bedclothes. He knew that he should be alarmed by change in his body but for some reason he wasn't. He was more concerned by the rumbling of his stomach.
**There was a robe near the end of the bed, fur lined and looking extremely warm. Christov was younger yes, and he noticed his body possessed none of his powers or abilities, and yet--sounds from within the house interrupted his thoughts, he could smell the aroma of food more strongly.**