Fang just rolls his eyes and lets out sigh as he continues to walk, but this time he was walking along side Aylia. But he made sure he was on the other side of her, with his good arm. As they continued to walk, he takes her hand and then begin to hold hands. â€œIâ€™ll be glad when my arm heals up, I really donâ€™t like walking in human form that much.â€ he says. The only reason for that was because two legs were slower than four.  He then stops and sits down under what appeared to be a willow tree, it seemed to be in the middle of this part of the woods. The sun streaked through the branches that were swaying in the wind. He sighs as he leans against the treeâ€™s trunk, of course the wolves were laying around near them. When the wind blew again, Fang looks at Aylia, â€œIt seems as though it might storm.â€ he says. He knew that Aylia could sense the storm coming as well as he could. Just as he said that the sound of thunder in the distance was heard. He then gets up and brushes himself off and then helps her up. They made it just in time before it began to pour heavily down. Even the wolves had seemed to want to hurry up and get inside as well.