"I'll be back," Wolfram murmured as he passed River, morphing into his cat form as he did. He nearly grinned at how effortless it was now.“Oh God.” It came out as a whisper, and she buried her face in her hands. No tears would come, however, and she felt even more terrible about that. I guess I’m still in shock or something.
Nearly.
He glanced up at Brisa, and wished he had something to say, but he didn't. So, flattening he ears, he merely headbutted her leg as gently as possible as he passed her. But he didn't stay, instead he dashed into the shadows, in search of Bleddyn.
Sorry, Brisa.
