"Maybe..." Narrowleaf sighed. "Love, you better find a different route. A mob's gonna turn that corner."
(G'Night, Eluuna.) "Good. They didn't see you. Hopefully they don't catch Bolt and Flitter..." He replied.
"Hold on, love. This only takes a moment." With a final lurch, it was a new position. The color of it was now a mysterious gray.. Brisk had transformed into a white cheetah type animal. She began to sprint, faster than Narrow could have imagined..
"Whoa... This gives me an idea..." Narrowleaf mumbled, before transforming into a dragon made of black ink. He fell back, unable to keep up with Brisk.
"Then hurry up!" He replied, his breath a dark smog. "Go ahead of me. I'll be able to watch from the skies!"