Oh shoot. I forgot my Wolfsbane! Brienne panicked. Hopefully when she wolfed out that it wouldn't be too bad. Of course, she would lose her ability to think as a person, to think without clouds. That'd be a problem. However, she was more concerned for the people. That's why she went deep within the Forest of Dean, so all her damage would be controllable. Well, within the acres of the woods. Of course it would be, woods were treated to damage from werewolf folk from time to time. Time to time, but not as little as people liked. People in the wizard community hated seeing the woods trashed. Or she thought that's the general consensus. It seemed that way. But how was she to know the wants of the people? She didn't.
She felt her nails form into claws. The fur shooting from her hair follicles all at once sent rippling pains through her. Her bones breaking and repositioning and growing together was also painful, as was the sudden increase of muscle mass. The teeth sharpening and elongating wasn't so bad. Luckily, she already had the tail and ears, so no need for them to morph so painfully. Something she didn't like the thought of was all that pain. She let out a snarl, and time seemed to stand still, as she dashed north. She picked the random direction seemingly out of nowhere.