I crawl along the treetops before coming across a commotion. Not finding it of any importance, I crawl back to the opening and am just about to morph back when I spot a horrified Clementine.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I watch him go before letting my kanines grow and my night vision to kick in. I just keep it at that and glance around the trees, fully shifting into a wolf And running deeper into the woods when I don't see him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Oh, Brightlord Tumul! How unexpected it is to see you standing there! I didn't mean to insult your stupidity. Really, it's quite spectacular and worthy of much praise. — Wit (The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson)
