Lucas chucked a bone back at him and snickered. He stood up and stretched, feeling the itch on his shoulder blades where his wings would be. He needed to shift, and soon. He wanted to be airborne again.
"Tell me about it," he agreed. "Crawling with monsters and gods and whatnot. The only reason I ever moved from New Jersey was the forest got too small. This one's big and dark and full of victims."