“They turn into wolves at night. Some of them. Spontaneously.”
It sounds ridiculous to say it out loud, but he can’t deny what he’s seen. He probably would have been mauled by one of them, wandering the woods as he was, if not for the villagers collecting him. He supposes he has to appreciate that. Marcos’ glance at his crutch doesn’t go unnoticed—he supposes this is a fair question to ask.
“Surprisingly well. They have compassion for those afflicted, and pulled me in from the forest. I think they would’ve liked to keep me, if not for Taksui’s intervention upon our arrival here.”
He still doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. To his knowledge, he’s been cursed, too.
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It sounds ridiculous to say it out loud, but he can’t deny what he’s seen. He probably would have been mauled by one of them, wandering the woods as he was, if not for the villagers collecting him. He supposes he has to appreciate that. Marcos’ glance at his crutch doesn’t go unnoticed—he supposes this is a fair question to ask.
“Surprisingly well. They have compassion for those afflicted, and pulled me in from the forest. I think they would’ve liked to keep me, if not for Taksui’s intervention upon our arrival here.”
He still doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. To his knowledge, he’s been cursed, too.