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It had started as a normal day for hunter. Get up, shake himself out, shower, put on his uniform, brush his fluffy hair, brush and floss what was now fangs, feed flapjack, argue (and ultimately lose) that flapjack needed to stay in his room, run to the kitchen to get something to eat, and go on his missions or get briefed by uncle, do missions until finished, go back to the castle, meet with uncle, go to his room, then study till he passed out or flapjacks insistent pulling got a bit too much. He was doing the missions part when the freaking human jumped on him ,ruining his day by sending both of them into his uncle’s mind.
He couldn’t even begin to process what he saw in there. Everything he had done, been told, had seen, were lies, fabricated falsehoods that were meant to hide the truth of his existence. “What even am I? What is a grimwalker? Who is this old friend I am made of? Is uncle really a witch hunter?” This last thought struck him hard. “Witch hunter. My name, it’s not a name, it’s a title.” All this cumulated when his palisman, flapjack came toward him “boy! Boy ok?” “He-he knows we were in there. I-I can’t go back!” He said, panicking. “Kid, breath.” Said Eda, reaching out to the boy. The boy , who was having panic attack now, didn’t respond. He only jumped up, threw his pride and joy, his cloak on the ground.
^Slam!^. The boy rushed out the door, eyes starting to tear up in fear. He tore away from the house, barely acknowledging his name being called by Luz or the feeling as the plant life clawed at his clothing. The ever-present feeling of wolf ears and tail became stronger. His chest began to ache . His ears rang. His skin felt tight. The world spun around. Then he tripped on a root.
“Oof!” He writhed on the ground, he trying to stand, finding himself unable too. His legs would not work like they were supposed to. “What is wrong with me?” He thought. He tried to look at his legs, thinking maybe he had injured them in the fall. Instead of the legs he normally had , he saw two ashen blonde wolf hindquarters, along with a similar colored fluffy tail.“ wha- the thorns?” He looked at his hands, now paws. When looked at the entirety of himself in a nearby puddle, he saw that he was now a ashy blonde wolf, with a tear in his left ear, and scar across the right side of his muzzle. “What is happening? Why am I a wolf?” he wondered. As he struggled to understand this new form flapjack flew over. “Boy!” “Flapjack?” He tried to say, but with his new form, it was impossible. “Boy! Boy wolf!” “Uh, yeah? I don’t know why, but yes. Boy Wolf,” he thought into the bond between him and his bird. “Boy silly! Boy made this way!” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He thought. “This normal for boy! Tell more later, but first, boy need hide spot!” Hunter was still confused, but his bird was right. He needed a place to stay.
“Ok. Lead the way, Flapjack.”