[Dated to Saturday the 14th - For Keith]
They won't let him lock them up and now Wolf is worried. They don't seem to think that he's any danger to them, that the island has taken the magic out of him, but it was never magic that made him turn. It's the moon, it's always been the moon, and Wolf knows that they're wrong. He'll never stop being a Wolf, not in the Territories and not in Jack's world and not here on this island, where people flip, just like before.
There's still magic left and even if there wasn't, there's still the moon.
It's with these nervous thoughts circling that he forces himself into the Compound. He shuffles down the hall, his head down, hands pushed into the pockets of his overalls as he tries to find the office he's supposed to go to. There are coppicemen here, just like in Jack's world, but he thinks the ones here are much nicer than the one who put them in the Sunlight Home. Everyone here is nice and he knows there's a place with bars, a place where he can be safe when he turns.
He wants to run. More than anything, Wolf wants to run with the moon, but he won't hurt the herd. He won't hurt anyone.
After a few accidents, a few wrong rooms, Wolf thinks he's found the right place. Shuffling his feet against the floor, he clears his throat, his head still down. Briefly, he risks a glance up through his hair and he thinks the man there looks nice and he risks a brief, quiet, "Hi!"
There's still magic left and even if there wasn't, there's still the moon.
It's with these nervous thoughts circling that he forces himself into the Compound. He shuffles down the hall, his head down, hands pushed into the pockets of his overalls as he tries to find the office he's supposed to go to. There are coppicemen here, just like in Jack's world, but he thinks the ones here are much nicer than the one who put them in the Sunlight Home. Everyone here is nice and he knows there's a place with bars, a place where he can be safe when he turns.
He wants to run. More than anything, Wolf wants to run with the moon, but he won't hurt the herd. He won't hurt anyone.
After a few accidents, a few wrong rooms, Wolf thinks he's found the right place. Shuffling his feet against the floor, he clears his throat, his head still down. Briefly, he risks a glance up through his hair and he thinks the man there looks nice and he risks a brief, quiet, "Hi!"