For a long breath or two, I simply stared. What on earth had led to this ridiculousness? With a shake, I forced myself forward again, fighting the urge to laugh. I needed a climber, something to circumvent the mess below the tree the Fae King was perched in. Once more letting my form go, my fur rippled and my tail twitched as I changed into a smaller creature and scampered up a neighboring tree. Squirrels were not my thing, but I had to admit, the ease of traveling from branch to branch was almost worth it. And then I was flying through the air towards the Fae King, my muscles stretching as my bones crunched and reformed.
I landed lithely in my fox form and padded to the Fae King’s side, a fox-like grin on my face as I examined the scene.
“Ah, look who we have here!” Crowed the Fae King,
