Becoming Human

Eighth Scene

I was stuck on this story for a while and not sure what to write, but I got a short scene out last night and now I'm posting it. I hope you enjoy .

Scurvy ran as fast as he could, but with a wounded leg it was difficult to put a great distance between himself and those rich humans who could form a posse in the time it would take him to do something so simple as blink. He ran deep in the woods until he felt he was safe and reverted back to dog form. With his energy spent he laid down under a large tree.

He would heal in time. He just hoped no coyotes or wolves found him. Right now, he was vulnerable, weak as a kitten. He tried his hardest to stay awake, but he was in so much pain he blacked out, but before he lost consciousness he heard Sophie calling out his name. He only whimpered unable to call for her before his hearing went as dead as his sight.

While he lay there looking like a treat for the carnivores that made these woods there home, someone approached. The shadow of a wolf grew closer to the vulnerable dog-were until it was right upon him. It was a werewolf, but oddly the beast did not attack, only studied him.

"I know that smell," it said in a gruff but somewhat feminine voice. "Only one of the wolfpack has that kind of smell." Slowly the figure changed form. It's pointed ears became more rounded and lost its fur, and its body shrunk two feet and its legs and arms now dawned human skin. In fact, it had fully become a human, a very naked one, what many would refer to as an old hag.

"Where is that opening?" she asked herself and then touch a certain spot on the old oak tree the unconscious bull mastiff was lying next to.

There was a satchel hidden inside and she took it out and opened it. There was a ragged garment inside and several bottles filled with strange liquids. She quickly put on the garment and knelt down next to the poor wounded creature. She took an old rag and soaked it with a red liquid in one of the bottles and pressed it against the dog's wound.

"That will hold you for a while." She wrapped the wound in a clean rag and picked up the poor beast and left through the trail and seemed to disappear like a ghost. 

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