[Similar to Eustace's feelings about the form he's taken, Beat thinks that being a scarecrow sucks balls. Still getting used to it, he's constantly finding himself off balance because of the sag of the straw and just gravity in general. And he hates the fact that he's having a hard time helping others because he's lacking his usual strength in this form.
He groans a little, rubbing his face and pushing the black beanie atop his head backward to reveal his straw-like hair, before going back to sifting through the rubble as best he can.
And then he hears the voice. Hey, that sounds familiar. Beat heads to the source to see... a black dog? Huh, wasn't Wolfie a big wolf thing last he saw him in that form.]
digging out victims
He groans a little, rubbing his face and pushing the black beanie atop his head backward to reveal his straw-like hair, before going back to sifting through the rubble as best he can.
And then he hears the voice. Hey, that sounds familiar. Beat heads to the source to see... a black dog? Huh, wasn't Wolfie a big wolf thing last he saw him in that form.]
...Wolfie? Izzat you?