Theo bent over the book, cross-legged, the tip of his thumb in his mouth as he perused it, rocking back and forth a little absently and humming thoughtfully.
"A story?" he muttered, almost only to himself, but not quite. "A story, a story..." he looked up at Greg, tilting his head and thinking. "Once upon a time, they wandered into woods vast and dark and towered overhead, with sheets to the sides and the wands all in a roof of twigs above..." he looked up, moving his hand above his head like he was painting the picture as well as describing it. "In a tangle above them and no, no, they couldn't fly out." he looked back down at the book then leant back a little, drawing his knees up to his chest. "They couldn't fly out then when the night, when the night came-" he shuddered a little bit and then said in almost a whisper, "-when the night came the, then it brought with it the wolves." he shuddered hard then and it turned to shaking as he couldn't seem to stop. He put his hands over his face and stayed huddled there, quiet.