don't need a costume, I'm already a freak

Tempo was a little too wrapped up in his now very genuine curiosity about the bats to really notice how the boy reacted to his words. What made them glow? He would have chalked it up to simply the light of the too big moon off their fur but they were distinctly uh... Purple. Maybe they had eaten the lights? Did bats eat bugs? (Yes.) Did their diet affect their coloration? (No.) But the lights were also blue so how?

Tempo's attention was pulled back to the yearling and he suddenly fixed his attention on him, really seeming to see him for the first time. The way he spoke of God, singular. It was familiar... As was his coat and the scent on his pelt. He chewed on the boy's question for a moment. "Some time ago I met another young wolf around my age who tried to teach me about her faith, but I was skeptical. But in the years since I have started to believe that she may have been wiser than I originally thought. I've been looking for her... You wouldn't happen to know a Toxicity Klein Abraxas?"

"Tempo Destruction"