Whatever Raf had become, he thought it was close to being normal. He was a little more sensitive to scent and sound, but honestly...it wasn't /that/ bad. The hardest part of all this was getting used to the tail, really, and even then - it helped his balance.

A little bit.

Balancing with his arms on either side, Raf walked the top of a pile, biting his lip a bit as he concentrated...then leapt off. It wasn't a big leap, but landing in a crouch was more than second nature by now, and it /was/ on to a clear area...

"Hah," he said quietly to himself, pleased. At least...it could have been a lot worse.