Shiver - Werewolf/Human RP closed

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Tikora watched Fell with her calculating emerald green eyes and frowned. "You look really tired, are you OK?" She asked, placing her cup of coffee on a nearby table. Soon she would have to go. The wound was healed as much as it was able to and the pack would call for her if she didn't return soon. She had been shot and hadn't returned, after all. Her late arrival home was almost suspicious for them.

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[herondale.]

Damian waited as did Calla, turning his head to try and catch any scents on the wind. At first, everything was totally quiet and nothing seemed to be moving or around hear. Then a gust of wind blew and carried an odd scent with it. But it was a scent Damian knew all too well. Human and, from the direction of the human, it was most likely a hunter. A deep growl grew in his throat and his hackles raised in anger. They had no right being in these woods.

[Starkit12]

Calla didn't growl, but silently began to move forward. The human scent was strong now, and she was careful to place every paw with care so she wouldn't make any noise. She moved behind the bushes once the human came into sight, a lot closer than she had expected. Still she did not growl even though she wanted to snarl at the human so much. His outfit was camouflage but the wolves could easier see the flakiness in it.

[herondale.]

Damian had moved to a bush opposite from Calla and was peering quietly through the branchs of the bush. Thankfully, his dark fur helped him blend into the dark forest colours. He supressed a growl as the human neared them. He lowered himself closer to the ground, so that he was more hidden, then glanced at Calla.

[Starkit12]

Calla was tempted to growl at Damian for growling, but she crawled more under the bush to try and hide her white pelt. She watched the human in the sun's rising rays, noting that he carried a black stick with him. She knew instantly that these were dangerous. We should get out of here... She commented, sending the mental picture to Damian of when she had been shot by the humans by the lab.

[herondale.]

Damian's eyes widened a fraction at the mental image from Calla and he instantly felt more angry. But he knew that they had to get away and running out attacking this human wasn't a clever idea. His eyes focused on the black stick the man seemed to be holding and he tilted his head a fraction. The weapon seemed familiar but he couldn't seem to think of, exactly, what it was. I know Damian replied a little tensely.

[Starkit12]

Calla knew that she shouldn't move now. Humans were quite weak, but it didn't mean they couldn't sense movement like animals. With her white pelt, she knew it would be a lot easier to tag as well. Leave before you get caught. Calla growled a reply to Damian, not wanting to put him in the spot of a possibly getting shot. While the hunter was turned, Calla very gently rolled agaisnt the soil that was loose beneath the plant she was currently hiding under. It would mask her white pelt, but she wasn't sure if it could enough to trick the human.

[herondale.]

Damian watched the human as he turned away then he glanced around at Calla. He shook his head firmly. No, I'm not going to leave you here he growled back as she rolled on her back, bits of sil now matting her once pristine white fur. There was no way he was going to leave within firing range alone.

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Looking around, Tikora knew she had to go. "I....uh...sorry...bye," She uttered, getting to her feet and running full pelt for the door. She had to get out before it grew any colder. And she had to run. Fast. She only just made it to the treeline when she fell to the ground with convulsions and small whimpering noises, shaking the leaves that covered where she lay. She fell a human but rose again as a tan and red coloured she-wolf, ready to find the pack again. The bullet remained in her side, but the skin had since closed over it, and there was no way of getting it out without injuring herself more.

She could hear a human traipsing around the forest nearby, and she could hear the thoughts of her pack, panicked and afraid. There was a hunter, she could tell that much. Creeping forwards as silently as she could, she eventually found herself behind the human, gazing at Calla and Damian with her bright green eyes. Hunter. Danger? The images in her thoughts roughly translated to, a question of whether the human was friend or foe, though she felt she already knew the answer.

[herondale.]

Damian hesitantly peered around the egde of the bush but not enough to be seen and he swore he saw another pack member. Cautiously, he poked his nose out a tinsy bit more to see Tikora. He met her gaze before shuffling back quietly and pressing himself back against the ground and glancing at Calla. We have help he said, less tense than before.