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Bilbo
Thorin
cuddling time!
A Predator?
Bilbo stared up at the sky and swallowed nervously. Tomorrow was the night of the Full Moon, and quite possibly his death. Oh, how he wished Gandalf hadn't left them alone. He knew why the wizard had left, it was always dangerous for a non-shifter to be among wolves during the Full Moon, but Bilbo had hoped that Gandalf would've at least taken him along. Gandalf had promised him protection. It was just as dangerous for Bilbo to be around the dwarves. Maybe even more so.
Everyone has heard the horror stories about what happened when a packless wolf got close to a pack. The tales of protective Alphas and sharp, sharp teeth. Bilbo could bet his Bag End that Thorin had very sharp teeth. Teeth that could rip a little hobbit-wolf to shreds.
So when the Moon first waned, and the dwarves gathered in the middle of the clearing for the Change, Bilbo gave his very best to run as far away as possible before he allowed the Change to envelop him as well.
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Thorin stretched, giving himself a firm shake to dispel the after-transformation shivers. A moment passed and his new skin settled fully across his muscles and bones. He lifted his snout and greeted the Moon with a loud howl. His pack joined in, and the ground shivered from the strong call of the dwarf-wolves.
Thorin's ears moved quickly as he listened, his nose sniffling strongly. They were in foreign territory, not their own. They needed to be careful here, watchful. Too much danger lurked in shadows and behind trees.
He walked around the clearing once and greeted each pack member, making sure they were fine and knew what he wouldn't permit tonight. This weren't known lands, he wasn't sure it was safe, so no frolicking, no chases, no play. Perhaps next time.
He stopped Fili and Kili from running into the woods, his kin-pups whining with large-eyed pleas, but Thorin stayed firm. Dwalin and Balin were understanding and content to stay in the clearing, and Oin and Gloin joined them at Thorin's behest. Nori, Dori and Ori were as usual playing in their own brotherly circle, rolling around and speaking in gentle barks and loud yips. Bifur and Bombur were already snacking on the food left out when they still had two legs. Bofur lay next to them, gnawing gently on that hat of his.
One was missing. Bilbo. The halfling, the new one, the small one. The easiest one to hunt down, to take down. Where was the small one?
Thorin barked loudly to let his pack know he was leaving. He waited until Dwalin sat up, back straight and head high as the temporary leader, then Thorin slipped into the line of trees.
He followed his nose deep into the forest, away from the safety of the clearing and the pack. Had the small one decided to hunt? But no, farther into the trees the scent began to be tinted with the acrid stench of fear, and the dwarf-wolf quickened his step. Was the halfling being hunted then?
Thorin stopped when the scent turned fainter suddenly. Had he missed him? Had he run past that small body? Perhaps the halfling was hiding. If being hunted, hiding was good idea.
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Thorin chuffed quietly, pawing into the den encouragingly. Bilbo refused to come out though, and his scent only grew more acrid. Perhaps the danger was still near? Thorin took a step back and looked around, but found no sign of the predator hunting the halfling. Still, there were so many things that defied a wolf's nose, so Thorin set to work.
Dwarf-wolves had strong, large paws, excellent for digging. That was exactly what Thorin did, digging at the hole to make it bigger, thick claws ripping up the earth to get to the hiding small one.
It wasn't long before the hole was big enough for Thorin to reach the terrified hobbit-wolf. But he didn't want to hurt the scared hobbit-wolf, he might struggle and blood only called to more predators. So Thorin stuck his head inside and nosed at the trembling body until he located the scruff of the neck. He closed his teeth around it and firmly pulled the small one out.
It really was a small one. Barely bigger than a pup, with soft fair fur, thin limbs and meager muscles. No surprise the halfling was hiding, a wolf this small was easy prey. Best to get back to the pack. There was always safety in numbers.
Thorin tried nudging the hobbit-wolf, but all that did was make Bilbo curl up tighter, the fear-scent growing stronger. Thorin huffed through his nose then leaned down. He carefully wrapped his jaws around the middle of the quivering body and lifted the halfling with ease. Then the dwarf-wolf started running, carrying his cargo with careful ease.
The hobbit-wolf's weight barely even slowed him down and soon they were back with the others. Thorin placed the small body in the middle of the clearing and with a bark called to his pack to be on their guard. The halfling was still terrified, even when surrounded by the pack, so the predator must be fierce. A troll? An orc?
Kili and Fili came closer, laying down on either side of the hobbit-wolf, snuggling him close between them. As the others made their way to the middle, Thorin stalked around the edge of their clearing, marking it as his, at least for tonight. He marked a second circle around all the members of his pack, then made his way to the middle, where the hobbit-wolf still lay trembling.
Thorin nudged Fili out of the way and took his place, lying down and pressing his side against the small one's body. He sniffed at the blond fur, licking a long calming swipe between the little wolf's ears. Bilbo relaxed slightly, more so when Fili curled up in front of them and nuzzled the halfling's snout. Bofur snuck over and leaned over Kili's back, placing his fuzzy hat on Bilbo's head. Nori and Ori nestled behind Bilbo, laying their warm snouts on the halfling's back, grooming the blonde fur soothingly. The others followed the example and they all lay down, forming a living pile of heat and safety.
The small one soon relaxed under their combined warmth. He no longer trembled, no longer smelled of fear. Thorin stared at him for a moment, then nuzzled the small snout, touching their noses together. Bilbo's tongue sneaked out to lick at the Alpha's muzzle, and the dwarf-wolf allowed it. It served only to calm the small one further, and soon the delicate chest slowed down in sleep.
Thorin kept watch throughout the night, not wanting the predator from earlier to catch him unaware. They were safe in the pile, but it never hurt to be vigilant.
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Great how you have him noticing that Bilbo is missing and then going off to look for him. And all the fuzzy wolves in a great cuddlepile. Fantastic work :)
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Oh my god, I'm dying from all the adorableness.
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Thorin, you are oblivious like a block of wood, good that you're handsome at leastXD
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