And, whilst this is happening, Shay is backing off, looking equal parts horrified and awed. A hand grasps at the hilt of the sword at his belt, and he's tensed, ready to defend himself, despite the expression plastered over his face right now.

His mind flickers back to when his Aunt forced him to Church all those years ago. Sermons on demons being everywhere, able to shapeshift into horrifying forms... Then, to not too long ago, Kesegowaase explaining the co-existence between man, animal and nature. To animal spirits wandering around.

He doesn't draw the weapon. Not yet.

He narrows his eyes slightly at the voice. The creature didn't open it's mouth, but it was Valdis' voice echoing in his mind.

"W-What are you?"