"That's what we all say." Wolfram sighed. He met her eyes, his eyes for once looking completely human. "We shall." Are you proud of me, mom?
The darkness of the cave was eerie, forbidding. He walked towards it slowly, the clearing suddenly entirely silent. Suddenly, a loud snap echoed in the clearing. He whirled around, knife already in hand. Taylor looked up at him sheepishly. "Sorry, I stepped on a twig."
Wolfram hissed. "Someone punch her for me, please." He muttered, drawing closer to the cave.