Wolves of Traft

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Pierce found himself running. Again. His legs were doing their best to launch him through the forest, but, the wolves behind him were right on his tail, about to grab him. He jumped over a log nimbly, while the wolves crashed through, mad with the thrill of the hunt. He felt himself giving out, slowly. His breaths were becoming much slower. He stopped, and felt the pain of teeth digging into his soft ,silver fur. The wolves launched his much lighter fox frame into a tree before coming in closer. Pierce suddenly felt some spirit flow through him and bit the wolf's snout before limping quickly towards the lights of a town. He could smell all the supernatural beings, and figured it was a hot spot.

He stumbled and quickly morphed. He felt he deep, deep, gash on his shoulder bleeding him out and willed himself to enter a nearby clinic. He stumbled inside and the receptionist looked up. She was pretty, and definitely a witch. She ran over "Oh my god ! Sir, are you alright ? Stupid question, of course your not ." She helped him into a comfortable, plush seat and had him sit down while she tried to stop the bleeding.

Melody couldn't take her eyes off the handsome stranger that had stumbled into the clinic. He had brown hair, with intense blue eyes. His skin was pale, and his build was lean, and tall. She, being a witch, had the instinct to help him. She placed some herbs in the wound, and found some more wounds on his back, and neck. She chanted some spells and the wounds started healing. She let out a sigh of relief as he looked up at her, smiling "Thanks for the help." She could detect some kind of accent, but couldn't place it. She made sure he was situated and went in the back to get Miranda who was much better with cases like these. She knew her magic wouldn't hold long.

Miranda sat lazily at her desk, praying for some excitement. For a town full of supernatural beings, Traft was getting a bit dull. Melody suddenly charged in "We've got a wolf attack." Miranda nodded and leaped from her seat and ran into the waiting room just to take in the handsome man in the chair. He couldn't be more than twenty, and she could feel the shifter magic, that though similar, wasn't wolf. She started meding his wound and felt the magic intertwine with hers. She almost gasped. He was a fox shifter. And not just any, a silver fox, shifter. She kept quiet, not wanting to offend him. Silver fox shifters had become exceedingly rare, thanks to hunters and other creatures killing them to the point of supposed extinction. But, now, there was a young male right in her office. She kept working until his wounds were healed "Better ?" He nodded "Yes, thank you." She nodded "My name is Miranda, that's Melody, and you are ..?" He smiled "Pierce." She smiled "Lovely name, now, correct me of I'm wrong, but your a silver fox shifter, correct ?" He nodded "Yes." She tilted her head, and frowned "Than what are you doing in this area ?" He looked thoughtful "I was passing through, didn't get the best welcome though." And ushered to his now healed wounds. Miranda chuckled "I see that, I'll probably have to tell Aaron about that encounter, because these aren't wolves of his pack, at least I hope not."