August 13th, 2010

	I returned to the States, Chette in tow, and we made our way, cloaked by my invisibility, back to the woods.  We decided to take a couple of days off; Chette especially was for the idea.  She kept away from me, and whenever we were together she always looked at me strangely, cautiously.  The days off let her stay much farther away.  I figured it was for the best, seeing how traumatized she was by my actions in France.
	
	I wandered about the woods aimlessly, wondering why the red energy existed.  I was also trying to figure out a way to get rid of it, so I no longer had to worry about killing, and, if not for that, for Chette's sake.  She seemed so scared, and it was a shame to see such a headstrong girl cower like that.

	During one of my wanderings, I came across something strange against one of the trees.  The shape was human, so I quickly cloaked myself and approached cautiously.  I noticed pointy things sticking up from the head, covered in fur...

	Canine ears?

	I slowly crept further and further.  Yes, this was another transformed human.  This one appeared to be a coyote.  He was crying, in the fetal position, with his tail wrapped about him.  His fur was dark brown like the tree he was leaning against, only a bit darker.  He was wearing a green shirt and khaki shorts.  I couldn't see much more of him because of the way he was sitting.

	I undid my cloaking and spoke.

	"Hey, you OK?"

	He jumped up and backed up until he hit the tree.  "Don't hurt me--"  He looked up and saw my face.  His expression changed to anger.  "YOU...haven't you done enough to me already?  Leave me alone!"  I was understandably puzzled by this.

	"I haven't done anything to you--" I started.

	"Because of you, I was kicked out of my house!  Because of you, I have nowhere left to live!  Because of you--"

	"Why is it my fault what your family has done to you?  I did nothing."  I spoke calmly and firmly.  I used to break up fights back in my old neighborhood in Russia.  I knew exactly what to say and do.  It worked; he stopped crying.

	"Come on, get up...It's almost midnight.  You shouldn't be out here alone.  Come back with me.  I'll make sure you have a place to stay.

	He sniffed, nodded, and got up slowly.  We walked back to my hideout, where he slept peacefully that night.  I woke up three hours later, and, unable to fall asleep again, wrote this entry.  Tomorrow I shall find out what this poor kid's story is.