TW:
BLOOD
GORE
SLIGHT NSWF
The wolf knocked Clay over, but Clay argued over his wolf form with George next to him.
He grabbed the wolf's muzzle and shoved it back, long enough to grab George and take him far away.
After George was long away, he went back to battle the wolf. He let his wolf form finally take control, and he pounced the older wolf.
He held his left paw to the wolf's neck, pinning him. He bit the wolf's snout, making blood gush out at the new wounds on his snout.
The wolf howled for help, but Clay bit his mouth shut again before he could. He dug his nails on his paw, the one on the wolf's neck, into his neck, causing fatal wounds.
Clay watched in pride as the wolf slowly died. He walked over to the dagger that lay on the ground and picked it up in his mouth.
He stabbed the dagger into the wolf's neck, killing him instantly.
Clay smiled at his work and sat down, letting his human form take control.
He heard George's running and arms wrap around his waist tightly.
"Are you ok?" George asked. Clay had a cut in his arm from the wolf's nails, but said nothing.
George let go of Clay and stood up, and walked over in front of Clay. He noticed how Clay's ears twitched, and he bit his lip to hold back from petting them, the same way he would with Siopl.
He sat in front of Clay and noticed a dark stain on his right arm. He rolled back the sleeve to reveal a deep, bloody scar.
George ripped off a piece of his sleeve, surprising Clay.
He wrapped the torn fabric around the wound gently. When he was done, he rolled back down Clay's sleeve and looked up to meet a pair of green eyes.
Their faces where only a few inches away.
Clay realized how far forward he was and leaned back. He stared at his hands in a embarrassment.
He looked up finally and noticed George was dragging the wolf's body under a bush. When he was done, he brushed off his hands dramatically.
"We should find food. Where are we even going?" George asked.
"A friend's. Come on," he replied, and started to walk off. George raced to catch up and walked behind Clay, this time, more to his right.
They walked in silence for a few minutes before George spoke up.
"Can we please get some food?" He mumbled. Clay nodded and handed George the dagger.
"Do you know how to hunt?" He asked, watching George examine the blade.
He nodded his head a no and Clay sighed. He grabbed George's open wrist and dragged him into a large opening.
Some goat sat in the opening, eating the grass.
"Now, your going to want to sneak up on it and stab it," he said. George nodded and held the dagger out. He felt a body press against his back and a hand over his hand.
"Don't let yourself get distracted," he growled. George nodded as Clay adjusted George's hands and helped him sneak up on the goat.
Clay raised George's hands for the perfect stab, and let go of George's hands. George swung the blade down, hitting the goat hard in the back, killing it.
George was about to celebrate when he felt a hand on his waist.
"Remember~" Clay growled lowly into George's ear. George nodded his head frantically and picked the dagger out of the goats back.
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