I suppose that's true. But given what I know about him, he'd probably just be proud that I figured out how to hunt him down in spite of him going to ground.

[New topic? New topic, apparently. Stacia makes a face.]

We don't know for sure who is and isn't going to shift until around adolescence. There's a whole...magical-science deal there that's not my area. [The moon decides, and she keeps her own counsel. Like the big spirits do. Not Stacia's area, though she keeps meaning to ask some Theurges about it.] It's absolutely traumatic though, even if you grew up knowing it could happen and if someone was on-hand to help you -- fuck!

[The two of them have gone from a well-lit bar to a pitch-dark forest -- well, pitch-dark except for the lights held by three men nearby, clustered around something. As one of them crouches down, the 'something' is revealed to be Stacia, unconscious, her hair a mess and her dress split along its seams and soaked in blood. Present-day Stacia grimaces.]

I didn't have any warning, and I didn't have anyone to restrain me. Cover your ears, I'm about to start screaming.