Collision

Chapter 5

The week passed by at a meticulous rate. It felt as if he had been trudging through molasses that when the week finally came to an end, he wanted to dance in victory.

He didn't, of course.

There had been no sign of the canine. Yoongi would stare out the window every now and again during his breaks from tracks, hoping to see a lumbering shape within the tree line as a desperate hope to know that at least it wasn't dead.

He saw nothing. No ink colored fur, or hearing a single growl to announce its presence, but every now and again, in the middle of the night, he swore he could hear claws clicking against the porch.

He stopped looking outside when he heard it, seeing no canine waiting. The only real clue that maybe the canine wasn't really one was the fact he hadn't moved the water bowl, refilled it every two days when the water "disappeared" but he also knew that could be the work of any thirsty critter, not just Cujo.

Namjoon was intolerable, pestering him constantly about why he was asking about Lycans, and the growling blanket. Yoongi brushed him off, telling him it was truly nothing, because nothing had happened, and he had no proof.

Yoongi wanted to forget, and slowly, Namjoon stopped pestering.

This was the weekend that Namjoon was supposed to come down to visit, but work pulled him in and wouldn't let him go, and Yoongi, decidedly wanting to be alone (he certainly wasn't moping), told him to not bother.

Namjoon was less than thrilled, but Yoongi waved him off.

The younger man did, however, send him more books to read. Yoongi was grateful, since the others he had already read, and really didn't want to reread them so soon.

That was what he decided to do that night. Put in a CD to his stereo, let the music dance in the cabin at a low volume, and let his finger swallow up the words of some fantasy novel that was actually not too bad.

At least until something pricked at his ears. A few muffled thumps and soft clicks. Back straightening to an iron rod, Yoongi closed his book and shoved it onto the couch.

He briskly strode towards the front door, following his tape, and threw open the door without even stopping to think about it.

He really should have thought about it.

The canine was just as big, if not bigger, than the last time he had seen it. His ink fur stood out like a hell hound of death, even in the sunny evening bathed in golden light.

The only other color the creature had was gleaming white teeth, longer than Yoongi's pinkie, and amber eyes that blazed.

Not for the first time, Yoongi wished he could see again, just to see details of this magnificent creature, and what his eyes could give away, instead of just a black shadow with pinpricks of gold where his eyes should be.

The canine was on the two-step stairs on his porch, his left paw pressed against his chest, giving it an odd appearance, and seemed to be just as startled as Yoongi was of it.

It had frozen when he threw open the door, tail stopping it's meandering swing, and a low rumble echoing through it's chest like a diesel's engine.

Yoongi snorted, hand tightening around the frame of the door. "Don't get hissy with me, Cujo," he grumbled, "you're on my doorstep. Shouldn't I be growling at you?"

Shockingly, the wolf's growl faded off, but basing on the stiffness of its body, Yoongi had a feeling that it was either searching for a way out or debating to attack or not.