He calls to me though he does not know it yet. I scent him, catch a trace upon the slight breeze. I dip my muzzle into the tracks upon the snow
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I skitter away from him when he throws something at me, eyes darting down to see what it is.
Meat. My nostrils fill with its sweet odor.
I glance back up at him, and he is yapping his jaws at me, making two-leg noises. Why is he sharing the kill? He didn't last time.
I dance back and forth on my paws, torn between going for the meat and lunging at him anyway.
Finally my belly wins over the battle of wills with my thoughts and I tentatively move over and snuffle at the food on the grass, I keep a wary eye on him all the while.
With a snap of my muzzle, I snatch the cooling flesh into my jaws and start to gulp, and rend, and swallow as quickly as I can. Any second he might take it away again. I emit another low growl but this time it is one of satisfaction.
Tastes good. Fills up the hole in my gut.
When I am done I lick the gore and blood from around my muzzle, don't want to waste any of it.
Hunger pangs eased, I stare up at him again. My rage has lessened. He has shared with me, perhaps as payment for before? But is that enough? I am still not who I was anymore because of him.
"Good wolf, nice wolf." I know she doesn't understand anything that I'm saying but as long as I keep my tone nice and soft, it shouldn't sound too threatening.
Finally she took the meat off the ground, the powerful jaws quickly tearing it into pieces. I was really hoping that that mouth wouldn't end up closing on my throat. Not exactly how I planned on dying.
I watch as she licks her jowls clean. She watching me warily, and I make a show of setting my knife down on the table after cutting off another large chunk of venison. She's still armed and dangerous, I've just got my bare hands.
Slowly I come closer, hoping she's not just going to run away. Holding the meat out in front of me, I extend my arm. Didn't think she'd take it out of my hand, but I've never been this close to a real wolf outside of my beast form.
"You want some more?" Her lips are still curled in a snarl, ears plastered against her head, hackles up to make herself look larger. I'm a threat. Human, upright, looking at her eyes to show I am a dominant male of the pack. Might not be full alpha, but I smell pretty damn close. "It's okay, take it."
I watch as the metal claw is put away and more meat is cut for me. He holds it out in his paw. Does he think I will take it from him like a tame dog? I cannot help salivating at the sight and scent of it though.
He steps forward and I slink back, hackles rising again.
He stares me down, asserting his status above me. I try hard not to look down, look away. He's not a wolf, even if he smells like one.
The meat is so close, only one bound away from my muzzle. I find myself straining to sniff at it. Why should I let it go to waste? I finally creep first one, then two paws forward, still growling but less aggressively as before.
I'm about to take the meat from his paw when I stop myself. This is not right. A wolf does not take food from a two-leg. What has he done to me?
At the last second I snap my jaws around his arm instead, sinking my fangs deep into his flesh. I hope it hurts, and now I have returned the favor. My hindquarter still throbbed with pain from his own bite. I let go though, not gnashing or tearing at him as I'd thought I would.
Then I race back into the safety of the woods, melting into the brush without a sound. I'd marked him at least. And my belly was full.
I could see her debating on grabbing the meat from my hand. If she didn't I was just going to toss it on the ground and get back to what I was doing. She's still growling, but it wasn't the same as before.
Knew what she was going to do right before it happened, I just didn't have enough time to pull back. The wolf's teeth bit down on my arm and I had to keep myself from hurting her. At least she didn't take a chunk out of my flesh. After letting go, she ran off into the woods.
Stood there for a few minutes, swearing up a storm while blood ran down my arm. Why did I get the feeling that was some kind of payback? A wolf that didn't act like a proper wolf. Had a feeling she'd be back though. If she had gone through all this trouble to show up at my doorstep, no way would she just go back to the woods.
Walking back to the carcass, I hacked the legs off the deer and set them down in the bushes near the place the wolf had run off. I needed to take a shower and bandage my arm up. Weird day.
Meat. My nostrils fill with its sweet odor.
I glance back up at him, and he is yapping his jaws at me, making two-leg noises. Why is he sharing the kill? He didn't last time.
I dance back and forth on my paws, torn between going for the meat and lunging at him anyway.
Finally my belly wins over the battle of wills with my thoughts and I tentatively move over and snuffle at the food on the grass, I keep a wary eye on him all the while.
With a snap of my muzzle, I snatch the cooling flesh into my jaws and start to gulp, and rend, and swallow as quickly as I can. Any second he might take it away again. I emit another low growl but this time it is one of satisfaction.
Tastes good. Fills up the hole in my gut.
When I am done I lick the gore and blood from around my muzzle, don't want to waste any of it.
Hunger pangs eased, I stare up at him again. My rage has lessened. He has shared with me, perhaps as payment for before? But is that enough? I am still not who I was anymore because of him.
I wait to see what he will do.
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Finally she took the meat off the ground, the powerful jaws quickly tearing it into pieces. I was really hoping that that mouth wouldn't end up closing on my throat. Not exactly how I planned on dying.
I watch as she licks her jowls clean. She watching me warily, and I make a show of setting my knife down on the table after cutting off another large chunk of venison. She's still armed and dangerous, I've just got my bare hands.
Slowly I come closer, hoping she's not just going to run away. Holding the meat out in front of me, I extend my arm. Didn't think she'd take it out of my hand, but I've never been this close to a real wolf outside of my beast form.
"You want some more?" Her lips are still curled in a snarl, ears plastered against her head, hackles up to make herself look larger. I'm a threat. Human, upright, looking at her eyes to show I am a dominant male of the pack. Might not be full alpha, but I smell pretty damn close. "It's okay, take it."
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I watch as the metal claw is put away and more meat is cut for me. He holds it out in his paw. Does he think I will take it from him like a tame dog? I cannot help salivating at the sight and scent of it though.
He steps forward and I slink back, hackles rising again.
He stares me down, asserting his status above me. I try hard not to look down, look away. He's not a wolf, even if he smells like one.
The meat is so close, only one bound away from my muzzle. I find myself straining to sniff at it. Why should I let it go to waste? I finally creep first one, then two paws forward, still growling but less aggressively as before.
I'm about to take the meat from his paw when I stop myself. This is not right. A wolf does not take food from a two-leg. What has he done to me?
At the last second I snap my jaws around his arm instead, sinking my fangs deep into his flesh. I hope it hurts, and now I have returned the favor. My hindquarter still throbbed with pain from his own bite. I let go though, not gnashing or tearing at him as I'd thought I would.
Then I race back into the safety of the woods, melting into the brush without a sound. I'd marked him at least. And my belly was full.
It was a good day so far.
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Knew what she was going to do right before it happened, I just didn't have enough time to pull back. The wolf's teeth bit down on my arm and I had to keep myself from hurting her. At least she didn't take a chunk out of my flesh. After letting go, she ran off into the woods.
Stood there for a few minutes, swearing up a storm while blood ran down my arm. Why did I get the feeling that was some kind of payback? A wolf that didn't act like a proper wolf. Had a feeling she'd be back though. If she had gone through all this trouble to show up at my doorstep, no way would she just go back to the woods.
Walking back to the carcass, I hacked the legs off the deer and set them down in the bushes near the place the wolf had run off. I needed to take a shower and bandage my arm up. Weird day.
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