“No, there really isn’t. I have to do this.” She sighed.
“Do you think that this is going to work?”
“Do you have anything long sleeved?” Walter asked the woman who had so quickly become one of the most important parts of his life.
“Nothing dark.”
“You might want to change, it will help you protect yourself if he changes.”
“What does he change into?” Ursula was asking as she walked back into the bedroom to search her drawers for a shirt that would provide at least a minimum amount of protection from the rampages of an angry shifter.
“Something small, I think it’s a weasel or otter or something like that.”
“From what I’ve heard he does sound like a rodent.”
Walter hadn’t heard the human insults that referred to someone as an animal before. In his world that wasn’t really appropriate.
