[To the wolf's ears he can practically pick out each individual voice and most of them set his heart racing, a whine escaping from his muzzle. He doesn't know how to deal with it in this form, there was a pang of fear and anxiety in his chest, there's sudden popping noises as Drew forces himself out of the form and suddenly there's a bloody man crouching there on the rock, staring up at the bat with those glowing blue eyes.]
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Matthew? The hell is this?