"Frisk?" Of all the people--of everyone in this castle, having Frisk turned into a ravenous and starving, half-lost wolf was the last thing they would have thought. Frisk, a wolf, who bit off their hand. Of all people. Of all people.
"Geez," they say, putting their free hand on their forehead, which only smudges black ash up there. (It doesn't make much of a difference--their face is already filthy with soot.) "I... wow. Are you, like--are you a, um, a werewolf? Or just a wolf? Do you know?" It's only been the first day, but hey, maybe.
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Date: 2017-10-25 03:26 am (UTC)... wait.
Wait.
"Frisk?" Of all the people--of everyone in this castle, having Frisk turned into a ravenous and starving, half-lost wolf was the last thing they would have thought. Frisk, a wolf, who bit off their hand. Of all people. Of all people.
"Geez," they say, putting their free hand on their forehead, which only smudges black ash up there. (It doesn't make much of a difference--their face is already filthy with soot.) "I... wow. Are you, like--are you a, um, a werewolf? Or just a wolf? Do you know?" It's only been the first day, but hey, maybe.