Wind gusted through up-swept boughs, taking with them a flurry of leaves in amber, orange and crimson hues. One tree in particular looked unusual, and steadily more so as it softened and began to sprout fur over its smoothing bark. @thistle was slowly regaining his consciousness, his body still feeling stiff even as it softened and escaped from the tree-form it was locked in. As soon as his paws came free from the roots he had, he stumbled and leaned against another tree, confused and disorie...