
||Matthew's eyes sparked as he climbed into the shotgun seat of Carlyle's truck, lost in the scenery as he scooched to the edge of the seat, pressing his thin frame against the door of the truck, not wanting to talk to anyone, and not knowing a single soul in the car. He looked around, confused as he felt the wright of the truck shift, and turned to see Keirin leap lithely from the bed of the truck to pick up Juliet, who in her deer form had collapsed on the ground. He frowned, worried for the safety of all the people around him. Looking at Carlyle, he unbuckled his seat belt and leaped out of the truck, dropping and rolling with his momentum before standing up and jogging instep with the truck. Looking at Bella, he taps her on the shoulder." Juliet can take my place in the cab, where it's warm," he murmured, easily matching the truck's easy roll. "Trust me, she will fare better in the warm cab," he said, blue eyes firm and sure. "I will run along the truck so that you two can have more room,"||