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[jacob_lupus]

I padded along in silence, my bare feet digging into the dirt as I walked. None of the others would venture this far out into the woods, as if they still needed to cling to their humanity. Stay close to the cabins, to civilization. They should be embracing the gift they'd been given. We weren't human, we were pack

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[strange_inger]

Not many around at this time. Middayish, some stay in their cabins, I guess, or are still sleeping. I was sitting on the ground, contemplating my dream last night. It wasn't special. Just, there was a car. People I didn't know. None of it made sense, of course, just flashes. Even a fortune teller at a mall in a curtained cubicle would think they were pathetic. They were nothing, just my imagination feeding me stories. I needed to ask Willow for some more paper, I finished the last three notepads already. The pages were too thick, there's never enough

[jacob_lupus]

I was almost back to the cabins when someone popped out from behind a tree. Freezing in place, the wolf inside of me instantly went on guard, but relaxed once I recognized a pack member. Inger. Very odd man.

"Nothing like a good hunt to get the blood pumping." I set the dead deer on the ground and flexed my shoulders. Thing was heavy. "Lunch for a few people." I looked around, didn't seem to be anyone else. "You out here by yourself?"

Crouched down next to the deer and tried to decide what I was going to do with the rest of it. We'd eat the meat, but it wasn't like I was going to use the head as a trophy. "Was thinking about making something from the hide. A vest or something."

[strange_inger]

I leant against the tree, tilting my head at the twittering of a bird and almost missed what Jacob was saying. It was so very green - I liked Halen for that, I liked the colour green. I didn't get it that much before it, all greys and browns and dull blues in a city. Nice and natural, bitter scents like metal didn't cling to everything. Attempting to focus, I looked over to Jacob where he was kneeling by the dead deer.

Wandering over, I crouched down as well, smoothing my hand over a cool flank, feeling the coarse, thick fur before picking a few bits of dirt and leaves out of it. "Huntsmen cotour," I said simply, "well, it will keep you warm enough." Hmm, the throat was slit. I shuffled to the head of the carcass, pressed the now loose-ish skin near the wound. Ack, blood. I wiped my hand on the ground beside him to get the cool, coppery liquid off. "You going to clean it?"

[jacob_lupus]

The wolf inside me started to bristle when Inger came closer, but he wasn't a threat to me, so I shoved it back down. "I was thinking more about tanning the hide, making some nice soft leather

[strange_inger]

I tilted my head at the dark red and brown organ in Jacob's hand, dripping and not looking at all like a heart should. Smelt like condensed blood. "You know, before I was a wolf, I was a vegetarian," I mentioned idly. "And cooking the meat is always healthy..." Though, as disgusted as I really should be, I was still fascinated.

I took the offered heart, felt the weight of it in my hand, felt the still lingering warmth. My wolf was, naturally, very curious, glancing at Jacob to check that taking a bite would really be okay. The human me would rather hand it back and go make toast and slather hummus on it instead.

"Hmm. I wouldn't want to part you from your meal, as of yet," I said, handing the heart back to him and staring at my palm, which was now bloody, and grass would just stick rather than wipe it away. I gave in to what my wolf was telling me to do and started licking it clean, glancing at Jacob nervously. What if I offended him by turning down the bite? No, he was nice enough, in this pack, hopefully.

[jacob_lupus]

He's looking at the heart like he almost expects it to leap up and bite him. "Carnivores still need to have some greens in their diet." I run my tongue over my bottom lip, catching any of the blood I may have missed. "A true hunter always eats the heart raw. Hunters have been doing it for hundreds of years. Besides, you cook the heart, it gets tough, doesn't taste as good."

Inger finally took the heart from me and I watched closely to see if he'd actually take a bite. It wasnt't like I'd offered him a chicken leg, this was a heart. He glanced over at me, and I just gave him a small smile. At least he was making the effort and hadn't dropped it on the ground in disgust.

I take it back and watch as he licks his palm clean. Now that was a good wolf. He'd never be an alpha, was too jumpy, but Inger had a lot of potential. Took a big bite from the heart, feeling blood drip down my chin. It was almost like eating an apple. A blood-filled treat. Finished eating and looked over at him. "So why were you out here?"

[strange_inger]

I watched as he consumed the heart, human in his way of going about it, but wolfish in his choice of food. I let him eat as I sat down out of my crouching, drawing my knees up and picking at the grass again, it was a habit. Folding my legs, I looked at the carcass, which lay open, insides for all to see, though mostly cleaned away. The animal had a lot of meat on it, it would probably feed us all, though we did have thinks in pantries that we could eat. I doubted Jacob would really live off what creature comforts civilisation could give. Personally, civilisation had paper, and toasters, so I had no problems with retaining that bit of me.

I looked up when he talked, having finished the bloody meal. "Out here... it's a nice day. And there's someone new coming today, and other people too, I think. Planned and unplanned. So I wanted to be out of the way. But not too far. People still snooping around." I put my hands, immitating holding a rifle. That's what they carried, after all. I lowered my arms.

[jacob_lupus]

Loved being out here, it was just like my place in Montana. Nothing better than living off the land and enjoying what Mother Nature had to offer. Not that I didn't like civilization, it was just too noisy and I could feel boxed in