Perhaps it was just the mood she was in that morning, but Luma felt as though she didn't need to think about this much at all. She already made her decision, she felt, and that was that she did not care what happened to Omelas and the people within it if the child was....not even freed, mind you, just shown a kind gesture or word! Ugh! As far as she was concerned (and there was a new bag showing up or perhaps growing bigger so that she noticed it more now that read GRANDMERE), if they had to do that to one of their own to achieve it, then they didn't deserve this happiness.

But she was curious, about at least one thing, and she knew she'd feel better if she spent her time before 'deciding' in a form that felt better to her than her human skin right now. So she shifted, and, in her wolf form, she started to prowl through the streets of Omelas. She didn't have any questions, anyway; she didn't care what they had to say. But she did wonder what they might make of a wolf among them, hulking and growling and temperamental, and, maybe, after the allotted time, she might at least start to feel a little better, just for not having to deal with being human for a while.

(And maybe it would be a good reminder, too, of just how little she actually did care about these very human dilemmas).