Felet was, once again, surrounded by books. Ancient Mesopotamia was the current subject in class, and Felet had dived in headfirst. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his body reacting the same as every time he had been face to face with a predator. "Who's there?" A floor lamp shook and then moved to stand next to Felet.
Fenrir once again wondering found himself in a library of sorts. Looking around at all of the books. He smelled something other than paper and ink. He moved towards the smell curiously and saw a boy. Nothing out of the ordinary then. Until the lamp shook and moved to the kid. Damn. "Just someone wondering around." Fenrir answered a bit amused. Kid had some powers. Wonder who's he is....















