Collision

Chapter 3

At first, he can make out nothing but shadows of shapes, and the deafening sounds of the storm. He squints and peers, desperate to see where the creatures had gone.

There was nothing by the tree line. The lumbering shapes vanished, seeming to leave nothing behind. Craning his head, he stepped further out and held the light a bit higher, desperate to see.

A sound directly to his right touched his ears. Startled, Yoongi jerked sideways, turning his flashlight in the direction of the noise, and felt his heart stop in his chest.

The first thing he noticed was a metallic stench that burned hot in his nose. The second thing he noticed was the low growl that rumbled from the creature's chest.

The creature was large. That much Yoongi could make out from its silhouette that reflected from the light of his phone. Thick black fur soaked with rain and dripping onto his porch, a musk of wet dog mixing with the metallic stench.

White teeth glinted in the low lighting, and Yoongi held back a gasp. He had been right in his guess; it was canine natured, basing on the long shape, and dark fur that was blacker than spilled ink.

Pointed ears were pressed flat against its head, long pink tongue visible from panting in harsh, labored breaths. Golden eyes gleamed in the light, and massive shape seeming to be lying across the porch.

Yoongi couldn't make out details, vision too poor, but he didn't need to see to know that the thing was growling, baring teeth in a feral warning to not step closer.

It also didn't take a genius to know that it was injured. Bad. The metallic scent was unmistakable. It was the stench of blood, and if Yoongi could smell it, then it was a lot of it.

He took a brisk step back. "Fuckity fuck fuck," he swore before he could stop himself. "Easy there, Cujo."

Of course, the words did nothing to cease the growling. If anything, the thing was growling louder.

Unsure of what else to do, Yoongi scrambled for his door and locked himself back inside. The growling stopped but was replaced by light whining instead.

Inhaling sharply, Yoongi tried to think of a plan. There was a large, probable wolf on his porch, that was injured, and more than likely dying if he didn't do something.

Oh, there was also his partial blindness, the storm, and the fact it is in the middle of the night in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere.

Excellent.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he levels his breathing and tries to think about what to do. It wasn't like there was a handbook for this, but Yoongi didn't feel like he could leave the injured beast to die.

Cursing his own internal need to help, Yoongi pushed himself off the door and followed the neon blue tape to the kitchen. Shuffling through the fridge, he found some uncooked beef that Seokjin had left, and figured that it was at least something for the beast's stomach.

Padding back to the door, counting to three, and then gently prying open the door, he tossed the meat outside and shut it back again.

He held his breath, listening.

Claws clicking against wood, shuffling, and then the sound of something being dragged was heard. Yoongi smiled to himself. It seemed to take it, and that was a start.

Returning to following the blue tape, Yoongi grabbed the biggest bowl he could find, filled it with some water from two water bottles, then returned to the door.

This time, he kneeled down on his knees, tugged open the door, and slowly, gently, pushed the bowl out and shut the door. He waited, hearing the same claws clicking, and then lapping of the water.