do what it makes you [backdated to late last night]
There is a wolf lurking in a suburb of Chicago, sticking to the shadows and watching the few people left out on the streets wander by with a distinctly predatory glare. She's skinny and hungry, and larger than any of these people. And while she's doing her best to stay in the shadows, stay mostly unnoticed, it's getting really, really hard. Especially when she is noticed, and the people start running after they back away slowly.
Huck is sitting in the back of her consciousness trying desperately not to kill someone. She's managed not to every other full moon, but then again, most of the time she's locked in the hotel room with the others; even as a wolf, she's not going to kill her pack. Maybe fight a lot, and maybe Mike doesn't put people in the rooms near theirs when a full moon comes around, but she doesn't want to kill them.
This time she got caught outside. And even if it's late, and this is a fairly quiet suburb after a certain time of night, there are still the stragglers. The ones coming home late from the bar, or taking out the trash for a night shift. They're alone, which would make it all the more easy to pick them off.
Instead, she slinks out of the alley she's been lurking in with a low growl, coaxing herself to go wander towards a local park. Find a raccoon, or someone's dog, instead. At least it wouldn't be human.
Huck is sitting in the back of her consciousness trying desperately not to kill someone. She's managed not to every other full moon, but then again, most of the time she's locked in the hotel room with the others; even as a wolf, she's not going to kill her pack. Maybe fight a lot, and maybe Mike doesn't put people in the rooms near theirs when a full moon comes around, but she doesn't want to kill them.
This time she got caught outside. And even if it's late, and this is a fairly quiet suburb after a certain time of night, there are still the stragglers. The ones coming home late from the bar, or taking out the trash for a night shift. They're alone, which would make it all the more easy to pick them off.
Instead, she slinks out of the alley she's been lurking in with a low growl, coaxing herself to go wander towards a local park. Find a raccoon, or someone's dog, instead. At least it wouldn't be human.