The Last Wilderness Quotes

“There were little white things called pills.”
― Erin Hunter, The Last Wilderness

“resting a paw on his shoulder. “I’ll find the way out, but first we’ve got to look for somewhere you can hide.” With the bears just behind him, Ujurak began to skirt around the tall building. Wind whistled past with a mournful sound, stirring up more dust and rubbish. Briefly Ujurak froze as he heard the throaty roar of a firebeast in the distance, but it faded without coming into sight. He thought this was the loneliest place he had ever been, worse than the remotest mountain. At last, when they had trudged all the way around the building and were almost back to their starting point, Ujurak spotted a flat sheet of wood propped against the wall. “Under there,” he said, giving Kallik a shove. “Stay there until I come back.” Kallik padded off, and Lusa followed her, giving Ujurak a friendly poke with her snout as she went past. “Don’t be long,” she said. “I won’t,” Ujurak promised. Toklo went last, squashing himself into the small space beside his friends. “I’ve never done so much hiding in my whole life,” he grumbled. Once they were safely under cover, Ujurak looked up at the top of the building and the stars beyond. He strained upward, feeling the wind start to lift him. His flat-face pelts fell away as his body changed. His legs shrank, his paws cramping into hooked claws. His sight sharpened; he could make out every crack and rough place on the side of the building. Feathers sprouted from his pink flat-face skin, and as he swept his arms upward they became wings, gleaming white in the moonlight. With a deep-toned cry, Ujurak swooped upward in the shape of a snowy white owl. The cold night air flowed through his feathers as he flew far above the BlackPaths and the flat-face structures, but even here it was tainted with the reek of oil from below.”
― Erin Hunter, The Last Wilderness

“Do you ever stop being cheerful?” Toklo muttered. “It’s so annoying.” “Well, you can be pretty annoying yourself!” Lusa retorted.”
― Erin Hunter, The Last Wilderness