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Opal

He pressed his back against the rough bark of the tree, attempting to calm his frantic heart. His breath was ragged in his ears, and he could feel the blood rushing to his head. His shirt soak with thick crimson blood, clinging to his skin as he hid away from any potential danger.

Dirty blonde locks fell into his vision as he lifted the dark gray fabric away from the source of the blood. A deep  cut ran diagonally across his side, although not deep enough to cause an immense amount of panic; it was still painful, it shot jolts of pain through his body each time he took a breath.

Stupid Hunters, shooting at anything that moves, he scowled, pressing against the wound in attempts to stop the bleeding. His wolf-like ears flicked as the sound of shouting grew louder, his enhanced hearing picking up the noise from a mile away.

I should get going, the farther away the better. He pushed off the tree, his hand still putting pressure on the injury. As he carefully trudged through the forest, he tucked the fluffy appendage that was his tail around his leg, pulling it close.
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A wooden cabin came into view as the werewolf stumbled into a clearing. The forest was thick with brambles and bushes, his uncovered skin now covered in small scratches as a result of haphazard movements. The werewolf could physically feel himself perk up, as his ears shifted from pressed close to his skull, to directly in the air.

Despite how happy he felt due to the structure's welcome appearance, he kept himself on edge, alert to any form of danger.

The cottage gave off a welcoming aura, flowers in basins on windowsills well cared for, and what looked like a vegetable garden peaked it's head out from behind the building. Wires approached the cottage, attaching to a nearby telephone pole, signalling that it probably had electricity and pumping.

The blonde werewolf snuck up to the wooden door of the large cabin, listening for any sounds of movement. The lights in the cabin were off, which made sense as it was the middle of the day, but due to how well kept the entire place seemed to be, he was still careful.

Don't want to get snuck up on, with the injury and all.

The hinges of the door didn't creak, giving the blonde more unease, all he wanted was some bandages, and maybe food.

'If I get shot again, I swear.'

The door was unlocked, but it was normal for how far into the forest the house was. The hinges didn't make a single sound, sliding open gracefully. These discoveries gave the blonde a sense of slight sense of relief, but then unease. 'Whoever lived here must have been here recently.' He concluded, inaudibly whining as he pressed harder to the wound, hopefully stopping any trickle of blood.

Warm air flooded over him as he quickly and carefully stepped into the house. The interior was decorated nicely, giving a modern, but calming feel to the place, almost exactly like the outside of the house. The 'intruder' bolted to one of the open doors, scrambling into the bathroom with urgency.

In his frantic search of bandages, the wolf surprisingly didn't hear the creak of footsteps behind him.

A small gasp caused the blonde to stiffen and a low growl to rumble in the back of his throat. Turning his head so slightly it was barely visible, he watched as the newcomer; possibly the homeowner; gawked in surprise.
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What the werewolf was expecting when the other saw him was definitely not what he had gotten. The other should have screamed, or atleast been afraid. A random person, a werewolf, at that, had broken into their house, you'd normally be terrified.

But no, instead the other had hurried himself over, attempting to help, despite the growls that grew louder as he got closer. The other, who was significantly shorter than the werewolf, was seemingly unafraid of him.