Urd had a point. All his screaming would easily bring attention to him. The last thing he wanted was anyone to see him in such a state. It was bad enough Urd got to see him like this. Timon wasn’t exactly sure how he looked at the moment but could not help but feel humiliated. Whatever had caused his fur to grow to such a length had also grown back all the grey pieces he had plucked out. There weren’t a lot of them but any grey was more than enough to set the meerkat at a lack of ease. When it came to age he honestly was no better around the topic than Vyers. The last time he had been enquired about his age he had thrown a complete fit.

“W-what did you do to me?!” Timon cried out and pulled on his fur. “I’m… I’m…!” At a loss of words he shuffled back, hoping to find himself in a darker area while Urd approached him. “How… Why…?!” How any of this could have possibly happened was beyond Timon but the moment he heard the goddess mention ‘fix’ he easily recovered from his shock. “You can?” His relief quickly changed into suspicion. “How? You’re not going to cut it, are you?” Urd with sharp objects around him? He’d have none of it!