"I know. But Flitter is scared of me, so I wanted to know if you felt that way too." He replied. "I... d-don't want it to be th-that way..."
"Flitter? She's not scared of you. She's scared of what you might do while you are in your timberwerewolf form. Just younger sister protection, I suppose."
"I meant that... I... She... You weren't going to drink that potion, based on what she said, right?" He asked.
"Maybe. I could also find that special tome, so I can change the moon tonight..." Narrowleaf offered.
"Wait. I found it. It won't last the entire night, unless I put enough of my own energy in. Want to try?" He said, setting the large book on a table.
"Alright." Narrowleaf opened the book and began to chant. As he chanted, the moon changed to a full one. He transformed into a timberwerewolf, cursing and screaming in pain.
Through various body language and growls, Narrowleaf called out. *Brisk! I don't know if you can hear this, but I put enough for an hour!*
A white timberwolf fell to the ground, slumping. It appeared to be made of birch, and it's eyes were glowing blue.
Narrowleaf walked over, claws ripping apart the floor beneath him. *Brisk, are you okay?!* He seemed to asked.
The wolf looked up, and there was pain in it's eyes. Slowly... it faded. The wolf stood up, sniffed the ground, and howled. It didn't seem aware of anything yet.
