[A faint shrug, as Shun lets his eyes drift towards the windows so that he can get more of an idea of where exactly he's wound up that, answering absently.]
You could say that.
[He isn't going to offer more than that, instead opting to run his fingers over his sharp, black nails… between that and the fact that he can feel that his teeth are still the sharp set of a werebear… there is no doubt that the Fog God's curse still lingers on him, at least in part.]
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You could say that.
[He isn't going to offer more than that, instead opting to run his fingers over his sharp, black nails… between that and the fact that he can feel that his teeth are still the sharp set of a werebear… there is no doubt that the Fog God's curse still lingers on him, at least in part.]