[Worm]

Hal whined, tongue lolling form his mouth. He was slowly regaining consciousness, and it was always a strange experience. He was in between wolf and man, clarity and psychosis. He felt everything spinning beneath him. Once Ash displayed the stick, he snatched it from her hands, this time with a clawed paw and buried it. Dirt flew behind him and between his legs, forming a small mound over the stick. He was panting, anxious and tired. With another step forward, he collapsed right in front of Ash's feet. He was already asleep and changing back quickly, though he twitched his paws as if running in his sleep.