Sitting in the pickup's driver's seat was Bud, the short, plump "Beaver Wesen." The man in the passenger seat looked about the same age, not quite forty. He was short too, with the same Irish features, but less fat, and wore a filthy cashmere vest.
He was also a Beaver Wesen, because he revealed his true form the instant his eyes met Nick's. Trembling, he tried and failed to unfasten his seat belt, then desperately tried to open the door, never noticing that it was still locked.
"N-no... don't kill me... what do you want?" Nick watched speechlessly as a grown man grew so nervous in front of him that he could barely breathe. Clearly, Beaver Wesen seemed to be timid by nature.
"I'd like to know that myself. What exactly are you two trying to do? What were you planning by following me?" Glancing at Bud, who had his eyes shut and was playing dead, Nick didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.
"I-we-hah-hah-I..."
"Breathe. You forgot to breathe. Don't suffocate yourself."
Seeing that the man looked about to stop breathing, Nick could only give Bud, who was playing dead with his eyes closed, a helpless pat. Bud had actually cracked his eyes open to sneak a look at Nick's reaction.
"Bud, you answer."
"My God, I have three children to feed." The first thing out of Bud's mouth was a plea for mercy.
To be fair, judging solely by the Beaver Wesen's true form, they were actually rather cute, with two large front teeth sticking out that gave them a somewhat adorable-
-adorably goofy look. But considering that underneath they were two middle-aged men, it felt far too strange.
"All right, all right. Don't forget you're the ones following me. Stop trying to look pitiful and tell