The deer sighs, and then there's a poof of smoke and light that is almost funny, it's so cinematic. Auryn steps back from it a little, blinking in surprise as the stag is replaced by a lanky, freckled young man, dressed in just underclothes. There's something about his build and features that makes the thought well, of course he's a deer flit through Auryn's head, and he laughs, at himself and at the incongruity of the situation. The young man's blush is furious under his freckles.

Auryn grins, utterly pleased. He's never met a shapeshifter before, not in person. "I thought you were more than a deer," he says, then more seriously: "I hope you don't feel inclined to thank everyone you meet for that slight a kindness." He offers his hand. "Auryn Connor. I think I owe you an introduction after, um." He smirks. "Petting you."