It didn't take long for Jacque to finish his meal, there was of course the small delay of removing Kyle's clothing for himself, but afterwards only mere ten minutes had passed before everything that Kyle had once been was reduced to nothing more a few flecks of blood on the grass below. The wendigo licked his claws clean and yawned, content with the feeling of a stomach full of flesh, still though he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment at the lack of entertainment before his meal. Jacque let out a heavy sigh and examined the clothing; The shirt was covered in blood and was therefor too risky to wear, so he wiped his face with the shirt begrudgingly ate it, thankfully however the pants and belt were clean, however Jacque couldn't bring himself to wear another man's underwear, so he flicked them into the bushes with a claw, lastly came the shoes, a bit big for him, but he'd manage. Jacque twisted his head a bit eliciting a string of cracks from his neck before he reverted back into his human form, shedding his fur, rearranging his bones, and regrowing the lost flesh from his face as though he had never transformed in the first place. The now naked young man quickly donned the pants and shoes and walked until he came out onto a trail and broke into a jog . Jacque was in decent shape, not extremely muscular, but not thin to the point of looking frail, he sported the frame of a track runner, which should would help should someone actually stop him, though given the time of year, the likelihood of a shirtless male jogger being stopped was nil.