by Alpha* » Wed Apr 14, 2021 12:48 pm
Oh how he, they, had known she was tracking - hunting- them. Riths' wolf cries in their head and the human part of him mourns too. Their mate... is like them, and as wonderful as that is, well it just means life for her... with her... would be dangerous.
Rith tsks his tongue against his slightly sharpened teeth; Will we see her again? We will. Our Mate needs us... They hope.
Driving from the fair grounds he goes to his farm, and leaving his truck behind he sheds his clothing rather than ripping it apart. Some of his kind, he knows, can wear theirs as they are smaller. Would their mate be? He isn't so lucky. And clothes are expensive..
Before attempting to turn (and failing) into the wolf he serves himself his dinner- cooked potatoes and raw turkeys. When shifting fails he devours the meal he had served himself with verocious appetite, and as dead as it is he knows that it us better than killing an innocent. He wouldn't be a monster like the stories say.
Rith chews absently on a turkey leg, laying under the stars, flicking his ear at the whine of a mosquito. It doesn't take long for them to loose interest in chewing, and laying their head on their paws watch the night sky. An airplane passes overhead, and another. Somewhere a coyote pair bay at his beloved moon and he growls warning. This is his territory, and none under his care would be harmed.
Bored, and anxious (taking his travel bag, re donning shoes, getting back in his old truck).. he chooses to go back. After all, if they live in the forest maybe he can affect trying to relax- camping. They go to the fair grounds: and picking up her scent brother wolf tracks her - all around the vacant lot where animals shift nervously, to her group, to their car... he follows the smell of their car towards their home. Parking down a dirt road he shoulders the seldom used, but old, camping gear and goes hiking. He could pretend... oh yes...
The wolf and man make out border markers and resists the urge to mark over them.... instead he purposefully strides over them and past them, deeper into the woods. He pitches camp...
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Alpha* on Thu Apr 15, 2021 8:01 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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