Sorry for taking so long.
"What in the name Hell did you DO!" Yelled Specter, running alongside Pinta, his red eye gleaming in the moonlight.
"I understand your thinking in a sense, but for God sakes! Your just lucky I had the coordinates for a spare return rocket ready!"
He wasn't really as mad as he made himself seem. He couldn't be, she hadn't known. Ticked off, yes. Raving mad… no.
It took Pinta a moment to answer, and she only managed to speak after that amount of time because Specter slowed down so she could catch up with less effort.
"First off, you're stronger than me, so please refrain from all out sprinting. Secondly, I didn't mean for this to happen, I thought we would change into something more… well, I thought we would still be monkeys but look different!"
They were charging through the underbrush now… Spike Jake And Jimmy would all be looking for them soon, as Specter had explained to Pinta on the return ship, in spaces between the yelling. They were fugitives.
"Well guess what? That's right, we're not different looking monkeys… we're a different species and we look the same! And to think, how nice it would've been to not be so stand-outingly white!"
Pinta didn't understand the last comment, and Specter knew it and was glad she inquired no further.
"And now, we have no opposable… ok, this is weird, we do. But still, you can't play the flute to change us back."
"I can't but I know who can. And I'm sure that after getting used to this, I should be able to play."
"Well, good, because fleas are starting to get on my nerves." Said Specter, dodging under a low-lying log. They ran for a while longer, but Pinta kept falling farther and farther behind.
After about the tenth time Specter looked behind him and saw Pinta wasn't there, he stopped. She emerged a moment later, panting and struggling to keep running.
"Ok, we'll stop before you give yourself a coronary arrest or worse."
Seemingly relieved, Pinta followed Specter towards wherever he was taking them.
There was a pile of fallen trees, and after Specter had only walked there and hadn't even stopped, Pinta laid down.
"What are you doing?" Asked Specter, looking behind him.
"Going to sleep." Mumbled Pinta.
"This is probably the most protected spot for miles."
Specter couldn't argue, she was right. He laid down, putting his head on his paws. Pinta was already asleep, which gave him time to think. What had happened? He had been unconscious when the transformation took place… he had come to seeing a gray and orange wolf staring at him with wide eyes. So what did this mean? Were they stuck as wolves forever? No… She said there was someone…
Specter drifted off to sleep.