Kyrin quickly padded over to the wolf and nuzzled his head against her chest, before barking softly, as if to say "Welcome home." He transformed again, regained his snow white hair, orange jacket, short, shoes and gloves. "Wow. I guess I'm not ordinary any more then.." Kyrin said, rubbing his hands together as he looked down at the wolf, bending down to scratch her chin. "You fell from God's grace to, didn't you?" Kyrin said, laughing, almost shocked with himself as he was petting a vicious carnivore without fear. Suddenly, he saw two figures coming from the further gloom, and he shouted to them. "Watch out, this wolf might attack!" he called, hoping they would heed his warning.
The mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work unless it’s open.