Under the tent

At first, the abundant number of words that exited the spy's mouth had Oswald's brain tickle. After one minute of scared shitless nonsense, the few words he managed to understand gave him a headache.

The pain was much welcomed as it was helping him not eat the spy out of irritation. The many event from the past days proved his environment to be hostile, not seeing his mother while walking on an unknown land had him stressed already.

Having to hide his curse was another burden on the donkey's back. Now that he was alone however, he could let his beast side take over. Little did he know that along his little body modifications, his brain changed along, allowing him to use every of his senses and limb extension properly.

Seeing the pained expression on Oswald's face, the spy was hesitant keeping begging for his life, it did nothing good until now, why would it change?