Vilo sighed, breathing in the cold air that surrounded him. It was always like this. Nothing stuck out to him as much as it did now, apart from a more powerful stench near his friend's house. [i]How long have I known her now...I must have forgotten as time has moved on... [/i] He thought. Vilo was currently on a walk around the area he lived in, which was no where near that horrid forest. Who knows what was in there. He had worn his scarf, hand knitted, just in case, since he felt like it would be a colder day today. He didn't really need it though. Vilo stopped and looked around. He noticed he was slightly edging closer to Chrystella's house on instinct. Maybe it was because he had visited her so many times before? Oh well, it didn't matter to him. But the scent around there was thicker, more mixed than before. Vilo whimpered, wanting to investigate, but he was afraid of something. His gut instinct was gnawing at his mind, telling him not to dig deeper into this, but he didn't obey. 

He stood still as he began to focus his mind on what his wolf form felt. Then, he shifted into a wolf and sprinted over to her house. Still, he was quite a distance away. It would take some time before he got there, but he didn't mind. The wind brushing against his fur as he jumped over obstacles in the way was far more exhilarating. He seemed to have his own sense of passion and mysteriousness wherever he went and looked like this. [i]Especially[/i] when he looked like this. He howled loud and proud, knowing that he had at least a bit of pride in him.