For milliways_bar.

[milkbonesoldier]

Once safely outside, Wells picks up his pace, trotting off towards the woods and a decently isolated spot. The further he is from the Bar when he finally lets the change take him, the better.

Besides, he's not going to change while he's got his uniform on. He's got to stash it somewhere.

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[princeinexile]

There is another night hunter; he lays traps, scouts for deer tracks, and geenerally keeps himself busy. He stays downwind, quiet and busy, his pale clothes still serving him well gaainst the remaining snow on the ground.

[milkbonesoldier]

It doesn't take Wells long to square the uniform away in a nice convenient tree. He's not on the tranquilizers this time, like last full moon. His fingers work. He glances this way and that through the trees, and up as well just in case, and sniffs the wind until he's satisfied that there's no company in the area. About the only other werewolf he'd want to deal with would be Angua, and she's not about today. Anyone else... well, he's still not certain of his control. Why chance it?

That thought done with, he steps away from the snaggier, pointier bits of the wood and closes his eyes. The change hurts less when he lets it take him, instead of fighting it- which isn't to say a strangled groan doesn't escape his clenched teeth. But it's less of a cry than it might otherwise have been.

[princeinexile]

The prince stops in the dark, when he hears the noise. But he starts creeping closer, still he sees -- oh my.

Wells.

... ... naked. o_O

He feels absurdly guilty, till he realizes the convulsion that has taken the man. Is this that horrible change? He ducks behind a tree, taking a breath, listening -- not yet looking again.

[milkbonesoldier]

His jaws are clenched together, jaw set against the pain, lips pulled back in a grimace as the knotting sensation rips through his middle. A clear-eyed observer, watching that, might well notice the grimace growing- well- deeper. Longer. More full of points and sharpness.

It would take quite a close watch indeed to note that when his eyes open, they've gone from blue to yellow. But that's the last part that requires close watching, because nothing is left of subtlety; the change shudders over him, head to foot. The shadow-shape on the ground swells-

And then the only noise that comes from where Wells had been standing is a low chuff sound, the product of a throat nothing like a human one.