Bifrost

Angela was walking down to the plaza. She looked around and saw that many of the people that she saw on the first day that she had come here were standing with stern expressions. They looked like they were going to die, and all of them were no longer wearing suits like before, but rather fighting suits.

"I wonder what made them look that serious." she wondered as she put her suitcase on the side.

"It is because they are afraid that something will go wrong. It has been a while since I fully transformed into Fenrir completely. They know what to expect, and it ain't pretty." Lucas' voice came from behind her.

"You shouldn't surprise me like that. You can start making your footsteps a little audible so that I know when you are coming." Angela said without even turning.

"Force of Habit. Can you hold my suitcase, please? I can't exactly hold it when I am transforming." Lucas said.