Will he go outside? Does he dare? Is it new to him, or normal as anything?
They'd ask those latter questions if they were fully themselves, no doubt, but they're not. In spite of the moonless, sunny sky above, their form isn't theirs yet again.
They're better than they once were, at least. Last night. This morning.
The wolf simply is there, standing in the shadows between the trees. Content enough, with a stomach full of impossible magic, but still not what they should be. Still watching with wary golden eyes. Still, as if there are no lungs to be filled now that the stomach is satiated.
Frisk is glad. They'd probably ruin that outfit horribly if they were empty. And there's not even anything inside worth eating--
mild retconning may occur due to their currently-ongoing threads~!
They'd ask those latter questions if they were fully themselves, no doubt, but they're not. In spite of the moonless, sunny sky above, their form isn't theirs yet again.
They're better than they once were, at least. Last night. This morning.
The wolf simply is there, standing in the shadows between the trees. Content enough, with a stomach full of impossible magic, but still not what they should be. Still watching with wary golden eyes. Still, as if there are no lungs to be filled now that the stomach is satiated.
Frisk is glad. They'd probably ruin that outfit horribly if they were empty. And there's not even anything inside worth eating--
--what an awful, ugly thought.