Lost kitten (Toredd)

new ending

(So yes I love ruining lives so I made another ending)

Tord had been chewing on the edge of his hoodie strings trying to wash out that nervous feeling bubbling in his gut. The two other males were practically chatting up a storm up ahead of him which he really didn't care of joining in. A small thought popped in his head, what if tom did like matt...in that way? No that can't be, after all we wouldn't want to find out that the damn male got crushed under the hooves of his boyfriend one day. But the way they passed glances at each other seemed to hint something sort of romantic yet not at all.

He was caught off guard when a familiar scent hit the norwegians nose. Blood. He nervously scratched the back of his head as his stomach grumbled eagerly.

"Ah fuck this" he muttered before changing back to his original form and running off from his friends following the scent of the blood. It obviously has been a while since the last time the wolf had eaten and the thought of a hare in between his teeth fuelled him to quickened his pace.

He was not far from the creature at all, just behind the bushes was a tasty critter ready to be eaten.

The gold furred wolf growled before pouching out and catching whatever it was between his teeth. Though it wasn't anything alive.

"What the-"

Tord paused for a moment before spitting out a soft fabric and he changed back to his human form wiping his lips.

"What the fuck was-"

His eyes widen and he picked up the green blood stained sweater.

Wait edd usually wore-...

oh shit

No no no no no no no

He anxiously looked around for the chubby male fear running through his veins the only sound of blood pumping through his ears could be heard.

This can't be happening.

How the fuck-

He couldn't have ran far right-

Or maybe it was a-

No .

Calm down, edd probably got hurt by scratching himself or.....or-

He shook his head.

"No"

"That didn't happen, its just another prank" he grumbled gripping onto the hoodie before walking off  following the faint scent of blood.

Just please let it not be a body.

Specifically his body.

His ears twitched cautiously each time there was a twig snapping or any sort of sound that was close to him. Though there was barely any noise which was weird. Usually the forest would be full of chatter or singing or something. The red hooded male was finally met with something.... Sick. A plain bird was laying in a pool of blood barely breathing heavily.
It wasn't breathing. What the fuck-

(I'm too tired so like..I'll leave this lol. Like you can choose which ending you like, I made this for fun)