Teeth ready for sinking...

“What do you thin our odds are getting past them?”

“I think...if we’re smart maybe...” Insert awkward pause. “At the very least, one of us can get out of this mess.”

The girl hunches her shoulders, and reaches out with hands that don’t quite remember what shape they ought to be. She fumbles to gather the cloth toward her, dragging leaves and dirt and twigs along with the jacket. She fumbles to remember how it works, but after a few moments she’s pulled it around her shoulders. Even if she can’t quite figure out the arm holes. Or the buttons.

Allison watched her. She gently crouched down and watched her. When it felt right, she held her hand out. “I’m Allison and I want to help.”

Remembering how words work is tricky; words are a human thing and Malia’s brain has been...less than human for so long that the shape of her thoughts is off. It’s different. Sleeker, brighter, sharper. She huffs and stretches as if she’s trying to get used to her bones. Her bones that are far too stretched. Far too wrong. “...lison.”

Open

    “Do you see that swarm of walkers up ahead?”

“No, but I can hear them. And   s m e l l   them.”

ALARMED GROWLING INTENSIFIES…

“Hey! I’ts okay. It’s to help cover up.” She gently put it down on the ground for her.

The girl hunches her shoulders, and reaches out with hands that don’t quite remember what shape they ought to be. She fumbles to gather the cloth toward her, dragging leaves and dirt and twigs along with the jacket. She fumbles to remember how it works, but after a few moments she’s pulled it around her shoulders. Even if she can’t quite figure out the arm holes. Or the buttons.

“I spent 8 years like this. You would think it wouldn’t be that hard to go back, if I did it by accident as a ten year old girl.”

“Like I said, more training. It takes a lot of focus even for me. You didn’t really have control over what your coyote wanted to do when you were ten.”

“What if it never comes back...?” Her shoulders curve; her spine bows and she makes herself smaller out of instinct------- as if she doesn’t have the words to explain how shrunken and diminished she feels in this human skin. Because she’s not quite a girl. Not really-------not quite human in some of the ways that really matter. “I don’t know how to live like this.”

@fleethelight

“No. It’s weird, and I hate it.”

“It’s not that weird.”

“Stiles, look at it. Look how it shows up on my phone. And it feels weird when I touch it. I hate it.”

{ i’m a thousand years old }

@lostinthefiire

“Let’s just stop. I don’t get it. I’m never going to get it.”

“We’ll take a break. You’re going to get it. You just need to keep trying.”

“I spent 8 years like this. You would think it wouldn’t be that hard to go back, if I did it by accident as a ten year old girl.”

Sudden alarmed whining, coupled with frantic exploration of suddenly incorrect anatomy.

“Here take my jacket.” Allison took it off and handed it to her,

ALARMED GROWLING INTENSIFIES...