"He's gonna change!" Brigitte whispered, "But he doesn't know it yet!"
"That would serve him right!" Ginger acted coldly about this.
"Ginger!" Brigitte tried to convince her otherwise, "He did nothing wrong! He saved our lives, remember!"
Ginger did seem to think about this. After that she said: "Maybe we should help him with his change!"
"What do you mean?" Brigitte said, even though she allready knew the answer.
"We lost some friends with that last battle, didn't we?!" Ginger replied.
Somewhere in the cave, Stan moved away a few rocks, revealing a place where he had hidden something dead but strangely well preserved. With his knife he cut out a chunk. Or at least that was the plan. For a reason unknown to him, he tried to tear it of instead of cutting it. He shook his head, as another image flashed through his mind. He saw himself fighting that Ginger girl, using sharp nails. After he had shook off that image, he looked at his nails. They weren't long enough to be as sharp as he saw it in his mind. What is happening, he began wondering. Did he help some girls he shouldn't have helped? Outside the cave, a wolf howled. It's nothing he hadn't heard before, but this time it sounded so close, almost as if it was at the entrance of the cave. He heard a few more, just as close. His heart started to try and pound it's way out of his chest. The idea that he is going to die here wasn't bad enough, because suddenly it looked like if he's still alive when the entrance opens up, there will be a pack of wolves waiting for him, and those other two! He started to shake, and not only because of the cold. Then, a soothing thought came to his mind. If those wolves would stay there waiting for him, they would starve to death. An animal is not that stupid to let that happen, so they will go away eventually. Otherwise they would probably eat each other, leaving him and the girls to face just one wolf. With his gun, among other things, Stan was pretty sure he'd be able to wear that off.
The idea hadn't entirely soothed his mind yet, as he felt something touching his shoulder. He jumped up, and turned around.
"What were you doing?" Brigitte asked.
Stan sighed of relief that it was only her, and answered: "Nothing! Just listening to the music outside!"
It was pretty clear to Brigitte however that Stan was shook up about something, which he's trying to hide now: "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yeah, I am!" Stan answered, as he picked up the meat he wanted to take with him, and started to go back.
Brigitte didn't recognise the animal, or whatever's left of it, that was lying down: "What is that?"
Stan looked at her as he replied: "You don't wanna know!"