[ freezing!

     knives in the stomach,         claws in the throat,            beast lurking inside.

     that's all that this was. he was slowly dying to this curse of constantly changing in and out of that other form. that one that made him forget everything that made him Sam. and right now; he didn't know where he was. this wasn't Boundary Wood. this was some back road.

     stones cut into the bare pads of his feet,         cold wind licking over exposed skin, practically everything.            needed clothing and a known place of where he was.

     golden hues turned up to the home in front of him.