Pastel slowly walked out of the medical tent, towards the rock that Broadshield sat on. As she limped along, Pastel tried not to focus on the sharp pain in her ribs. With each slow step her form shifed, her fur changing colour from it's brilliant white to a deep black. Her bones started to grow as Monochrome came out with a sigh. When he reached Broadshield and Tinder he stopped, taking in a deep breath as his rib gives off another sharp stabbing pain. "What now?" he asked Broadshield.