as they thank the lord — the blind can't see Unlike a usual youth, Andre reveled in this newfound change. He remembered, back when he wasn't as likely to attack, he had asked his brother how he could change to be like him. Now, he'd figured it out, and while he wasn't entirely sure how to shift back, the change could take place. He had seen Gabriel in both forms, the quadrupedal following the bipedal, and therefore there was evidence of a way to go back. The question, in that instance, was why one would, but it would become fully apparent in the days to come when he realized how much harder it was to hunt. His ears sprung backwards at the sound of feet scuffing against the dust-covered floor, and had it not been for the shadow he glimpsed passing by, Andrezej might have convinced himself that it was a trick of his mind. He did not think to grab one of the heavy human bones as he exited the room quickly — his teeth were plenty sharp enough — to see nothing at all. Frowning, the coyote stepped quietly across the threshold and down the hall, lined with rooms in a similar state to the one he'd just been in, but the dead giveaway didn't take long in coming; the metal snap of a door shutting, ringing through the whole facility. He didn't know exactly which room it came from, but he found the general vicinity quite easily. Rather than peering through windows, the coyote tapped his nails on each of the doors, cackling madly as he went. Whoever it was was trapped between him, the railing, and the army of skeletons just hanging around. His grin was likely less malicious than theirs.
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