Galevin felt himself finally picked up, held tightly in the giant wolf's hand. He turned his head away as he began to breathe on his small form, almost coughing at one point. "B,But y,you're kidding right? I,I'm sure you don't mean that. As b,big as you are, I'd never even fill you up, not even in the s,slightest." Galevin said nervously and hesitantly. He couldn't even look at Beowulf's eyes when he said that. He took a deep breath, gathering all the courage he could muster. "'Sides, what 'bout your teach? It certainly wouldn't be kind of you to take his things. I mean, I WAS meant for him." Galevin lied. The best he could do was lie to Beowulf for the time being, and when the teacher came, he'd certainly be able to talk with him. "I mean, not like it REALLY matters to me, but I don't think you'd want to put yourself into a bad position, right?" Galevin said, in his mind, thinking of the irony, 'Bad Position'. He shook his head lightly, knowing just how bad of a position he was in.