Too Hot (Hot, Damn!): If he was alone, Alloran could have crossed the desert swiftly in bird morph. He does spend some of his time like that, a six-winged alien bird riding the thermals and keeping four eyes out for things to report; how far they've gone, how far they've yet to go, outcroppings of rock along the way, dust storms. Much of the rest of the time he's towards the back of the group, as an alien monster slightly resembling a twenty-foot tarantula studded with rocky plating, picking his way on three pillarlike walking-feet, dragging ceramic water jars on a wooden frame behind him with any pair of the morph's three slablike arms. It's a big enough morph that someone could seek shade under it, probably.

Whenever he returns to Andalite shape he spends as little time in it as he can - his eyestalks droop, his tail lies on the ground, he often doesn't bother standing, and his nostrils flare as he gasps for air - before returning to the bird or the tarantula. Morphing or demorphing is a hideous, horrible process to behold. It looks monstrous; it looks incredibly painful, and it's never the same twice. This can be elaborated upon.