As if it was the end of the world, Oswald ventured into the woods, not caring anymore of who might see him hunting. He had his knives, hanging to his well-made cloak, but did not bother throwing any.
It was his first time not looking for a specific target. Little by little, he reached the city, still spitting nonsense, he threw gravel on his friend's shutters and waited for them to open. Because he couldn't understand Tom's complicated gestures, he jumped on the first floor and stared at him more impatiently as he approached.
"Both my parents and the maid are here, I can't go down without waking them up!"
That's how Tom got kidnapped from his bedroom. He was suspicious about Oswald's attitude, the golden-eyed freak still had to utter a word. "Can you not pull my pyjamas, I can't breathe and it's probably going to break soon." The teenager said while hanging mid air.
"You have no idea what happened."
"No I don't, my point." Tom said, now free from the wolf's grasp.
