Vul wasint sure what was going on, he had just woken up from his slumber and the masters hadn't come... He had not been called into the training to do the task for which he was born. the silver chains that nearly invisibly but imposibly hevily bound his limbs and kneck together and to the masters were broken, now large silver links weaighed down, a few at a time, on each of the five binding black collars and cufs. What was going on... Vul doesnt understand. He stumbles along, in his physical form because of how the silver weighs down on him in shade form, and doesnt quite know where to go. His black ears twich, and so does his black grey and white fasimily of a foxes tail, someones comeing!