A/N: Warning for mentions of corpses, and characters messing with a dead body. And badly written first-person perspective.

It has been several years, and yet I have not acted upon moving from this forest at all. The townspeople have forgotten what has happened to them, and if I were to leave now to enter their ranks, they would not know any difference.

"Of course they wouldn't, child. You are but a human yourself. Or has my presence inside your very being distracted you from the fact."

I sigh. My faithful companion in both body and mind is still with me. I have not yet found them a vessel to truly call their own. They desire a form that will not cry out in pain as they lay under the light of the moon itself. They wish for a body all of their own so that they may experience everything they could not before.

"As powerful as I am, even I cannot cause the dead to rise. I do not think that civilians will look highly upon you for desecrating their dead to create a new form."

I have not asked for his opinion and yet he gives it anyway. I wish that he would not pay such close attention to my thoughts for one moment of my time. I had read, once, that a scientist created a body from the dead, a new life. Clearly, he does not think of me as wise for suggesting such action. I still believe it to be quite a clever thought, the components are all there, waiting to be collected by someone to put them to good use.

"If you are so determined to prove your point, then I would advise the cover of nightfall before acting. I believe that there are pieces under your very feet, under the twisting roots of this land you see before you. You will need a digging implement. Do you own such a thing?"

Ah. It is true. I do not currently own a shovel or a spade with which to dig. There would be one in the town, however would it not be suspicious of me to approach them just for one. Even more so that they once believed me to be behind heinous crimes perpetrated in these very woodlands.

I speak to him, words from my own mouth, although he can perceive my thoughts perfectly. It is just more natural to speak this way.

"I cannot go ahead with this plan. This is the same result that all my others have come to. It is simply too difficult of a task for me to complete. How will I do it without the tools?"

"Perhaps, it is not meant to be. Perhaps I am fated to stay here forever, accompanying you until the end of time."

"Perhaps."

I only wish that I could sit with him under the stars together, to talk face to face. Only once, I wish that it may happen.

I can hear him grumble. He does not wish to tell me something. Which is fair. I do not tell him things on occasion. I climb onto a large tree root, and perch on top. I look up to observe the sky, perhaps to distract myself, as I usually do when things fall silent. Currently, it is early into the evening. Light enough to see, but late enough that people would be indoors. The light of the moon and stars will not be here for a while yet. It is strange to think that one day, I will be by myself again - with nobody to speak to. When that happens, I may go and look for the people we met those years ago. I am imagining that they are still around somewhere.

My eyes close and I wonder what it would be like without hearing him, without him knowing what I say before I speak. He sounds like he is frowning. It appears that I have upset him. He is staying silent, even as I am trying to ask if I have indeed dismayed him. After several more moments, he speaks up. He has an idea, it seems.

"It is not out of my skill to dig holes in the ground. It is, however, slightly demeaning. But if it will solve your problem-"

"-I believe it will!" I exclaim. We may be able to get somewhere with our plan at last.

"Your plan, you must mean. I am only lending my services to you." Adalwolf comments. He does not look forward to sullying his hands with soil. Unfortunately, I will not be able to oversee it, instead I will be asleep for the duration. He thinks that I do not know how much it hurts when his true form takes over for the night. He believes that I cannot feel a thing if I am not consciously aware of it happening. He is wrong. And yet, I am still allowing it. I just hope that this will finally solve the issue.

We talk until the darkness finally sets in; it is not important talk. We discuss our surroundings as usual – the movement of the birds and small animals that allow us to live among them. At some point, I fall weary, and huddle myself inside my cabin. It is warm enough to see me through the nights.

Then a shock of agony courses its way through me. I feel my body shifting into that of Adal's.

Everything has stopped.

The world around me is dark. I feel as if I am floating in a void. His voice is on the outside, and I can hear him speak to me. He asks if I am okay, as he walks through the trees and claws at the ground. I cannot see what he is doing, only hear what he thinks. I do not stay aware for long, as my eyes are forcing themselves to close.

And now, I am myself again, morning light streams through the window. Looking down, it appears that my hands are covered with a residue of mud. Adal is asleep, and a cloth bundle is at the door. He has done his job. While he is unaware of the world, I will prepare it all. I can only imagine that it will not be as simple as leaving my body and mind, to jump to this new one; that it will take every drop of his energy to do it.

I carefully unwrap the cloth bundle and arrange each piece of the new vessel out on the dusty floor. As I do so, the wind picks up as if it knows that what we are about to do goes against the very fabric of nature itself. Its chill washes over me, something it has not done in an age. Not since we first met. The chill wind of a frozen rock that crashed through the trees one fateful day in my life, it always reminds me of that day no matter where I am. And now, it will remind me of this new event. For better or for worse. It fills me with a certain sadness that we will be split apart. However this is the best for him, able to live without anyone or anything stopping him from being himself.

Adalwolf grows restless, turns my eyes as black as ink as he attempts to see what I have done. I tell him to calm down and save his strength, but he is far too impressed and excited to do that. He turns into himself before I have a chance to steel myself for the pain and his muzzle bites into the body. A flash of light blinds me as I stagger to the floor. A moment and then I look up, I see the body twitch and a groan escapes its lips. I do not know how he has done it, but this corpse is now alive. He seems to have imprinted himself upon the body itself; the hair now matches his fur, and the eyes are grey. His presence in the body has rejuvenated it as well, you would not be able to tell it apart from any normal person.

One hand moves, shakes as he tries to push the top half of his body upwards, and then the other as he pushes on the ground to get himself up to see his surroundings.

"H...Hello," He says, not used to talking from a human mouth, the sound of his own voice seems to shock him, even though we have both heard it many times over, "Accalia, my dear, dear child. You have done this old wolf a great favour." He grins, a wide smile that bares a set of ferociously sharp canine teeth. He is planning something. I see it in his eyes; gears turning in his head.

"I must return it to you. Do something in return."

I watch as his head turns in the direction of the town, moonlight glinting from his fangs,

"Accalia, answer me this, if you please." He requests of me politely, although I can hear him growl under his breath as he asks his question,

"Who are the humans who dared to threaten you?"