Thinkings all this tremulously whiffled bone-chilling shivers down Flower's spine, she could only make some surreal imaginations in her head about what Anthony's werewolf would deem like. As it is she had never seen one before.
Wiggling her head tenderly in disarray. Flower sedately drew in a long breath. Cautioning herself inwardly.
'I should literally stop thinking about all this. It would do me no good thinking about all this. Everything will probably be okay as long as he doesn't stay here on every night of a full moon I guess.'
Stopping herself from pondering about all those unnecessary thoughts. Knowing it would only make her dreads get the better of her. And the last thing she needs right now is to let anything bother her, especially mentally. Her mental health was of utter importance to her. Thus, not thinking about all this, is the only way to maintain that proper mental health she seeked.