Bolt woke up in a strange place. Flitter was still emptily staring at nothing. "Where am I?" He asked
"So... I... Uh... Have y-you two heard 'bout the timberwolves roamin' 'round h-here?" Narrowleaf asked, slowly transforming into a timberwolf. "D-Don't worry. I w-won't bite."
Flitter began to slowly disappear, her eyes crumbling to dust. "Bolt.. I'm.." she began. Then, her mouth left, and she could say no more. Blast's horn glowed. "What the buck?" she growled. "Oh.. dear." said Rainn
Narrowleaf stood up. "S-Sorry." He mumbled. "If you really want to, I might have a dagger or knife at home that y-you can use. I d-don't mind."
"Well... My wife, Brisk, is probably at home. ...And so is my daughter. ...I'm not as young as I look." He replied.
"Well, why would you want to leave them?" asked Blast reasonably. - - Auto Merge - - "Well, why would you want to leave them?" asked Blast reasonably.