You make it back home.

You run until you feel the trees and grass and shrubs become familiar. The smells and sounds are comforting.

There are no hunters behind you, they are long since gone, but you don't stop running.

Finally though, you see the village up ahead, your village.

You stop running, and slow to a walk, breathlessly, into town. Still in cougar guise. Nobody looks at you twice and you pass three other cougars on your way in.

The chase tired you out, your muscles ache like never before. This isn't something you do every day, and there's no way your muscles will forgive you for this.

The plan is now to head straight home. But something causes you to stop.

A voice calls out to you. Someone familiar.

"Edwin!"

You turn around in search of the source of the voice.

"Hey, Eddie!"