Tane watched the girl trek through the woods. His woods.
The pack would not be happy. He could imagine them now - stalking her, heads low, golden eyes narrowed on their prey. Snarling over her figure as her blood blossomed over the brittle autumn ground, screaming with their body because their mouths failed them.
Mine mine mine fresh kill for the hungry, they would howl.
Tane found himself not liking that image, even when he himself had killed a human in the past. Humans. Had their blood stain his pelt and turn his teeth pink.
He shivered, trying to shake the chill in the air off of his pelt, and the feeling of restlessness. His eyes took in her bright red clothing, standing out magnificently against the hues of greens and browns. Bright like blood.
Prey prey prey prey howl to your alpha for the kill
His instincts called to him.
Stalk stalk wait pounce howl howl howl feast on flesh feast the stomach full.
Tane flicked his ears back, painfully aware of the fact that his stomach was indeed stretched tight in hunger. It had been a two days since he had last claimed a catch, and even longer since he had been sent by Isol, his alpha, to find food. Food for the pack to feed on. The forest was dry as the animals began to retreat to warmth.
Catch rip into skin delicate skin blood on muzzle blood on muzzles.
The girl was agonizingly oblivious to his internal struggle with his instincts. It had been moons, seasons, since the pack had killed a human. But it would fill them, for now, if he alerted the others of her presence. Tane took a step forward, beginning to lower himself into a stalking crouch.
She stopped near a tree, gazing up into it's branches. They had changed from green to red-brown in a short amount of time. But not as red as her cloth. Tane could see her strange pink lips curl into a small snarl - but nothing was dangerous about it, strangely - before she slid something from the fabric coating her legs. She pointed it to where her gaze laid.
Snap!
The click echoed through the forest, making Tane wince back and halt his progress towards her. He plastered his ears to his head in confusion.
Not natural not natural.
He didn't like the girl in his woods. She infested the nature with her strangeness, The shiny box in her hands was lowered from her eye, back into the cloth of her black leg-cloth.
Tane was glad. If his pack had heard the click of the box the next time she pointed it somewhere, they wouldn't have hesitated to tear into her.
Chase prey now taste taste taste blood on tongue on fangs on paws on claws.
With difficulty, Tane turned away, licking at his chops as he reluctantly trudged in the opposite direction. He would not force her from the forest - he couldn't risk her seeing him until she became a danger to the pack.
Or the pack became a danger to her.
...
Tane thought of red and shiny boxes and soft skin before he slipped into unconsciousness. Saida was pressed against his back, her lean figure warming him, belly full of the deer that had brought him back to the pack.
He wondered if the girl had left the forest before she was scented by another.
But then, Tane was asleep, and nothing else mattered.
Not even the thought of her blood on the grass.
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Feral
Werewolf"He could not hold her hands, as he had ached to do for so long, because while his paws had become fingers, her fingers had become paws. He could not kiss her soft, pink lips, like he had dreamed, because when he traded his muzzle for human, she tr...
