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[milkbonesoldier]

When you've been at the lycanthropy game long enough, you eventually get to the point of knowing exactly when and where you've got to be well before moonrise. Wells makes a habit, at home, of being away from human habitation an hour and a half beforetime. It's a ltitle chancier here, though- especially since he's taken on the job of keeping an eye

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[captainryan]

The black wolf's drifting towards the Bar, but only because the rabbit trail he's following does. He ate a lot today before the change (he thought it a good idea after last night), but that doesn't do much for after it and rabbit sounds like it would hit just the spot.

Even if they do taste like motor fuel.

[milkbonesoldier]

Which is all right, as the grey werewolf recognises the rabbit smell. Not that he's not keeping a very close watch, but this doesn't feel like a situation that's going to go pear-shaped any time soon.

(How little he knows.)

[captainryan]

And so quickly, too.

One demon rabbit bolts from his hiding place and the black werewolf shoots after it, not far behind.

And then, in the middle of a leap, there's a shift.

Foam teeth and claws are gripping the rabbit's red fur and doing absolutely no damage to it. It seems to be much larger now, as well. The black releases it, very confused. How did the rabbit get so big?

He completely misses the down-right evil glint in the bunny's eye as it sees the form the predator has taken. It dashes a few metres away and jack hammers its hind leg against the frozen ground. The sound carries easily on the still winter air.

This can't be good.

[milkbonesoldier]

-the fuck? Where did the smell go? No, seriously, there's no scent of the other werewolf anywhere. Where did he go?

The grey werewolf stops in his tracks, ears swiveling one way then another. And then the rabbit starts thumping, so he looks that way-

Oh, this can't be good.