Werewolves and Humans: Together in Spirit

Fenrir shook his head then looked at them.
"Hunters die."

"I told the rangers what happened - if you get caught attacking him, they'll shoot you for sure, out of fear for their own lives," she told him.

Fenrir looked at the hunters then thought of the dead animals.
"No. Let me kill."

"Alright... But run if the rangers get here before you're done," she said. She closed her eyes, trying to block the image that was about to happen, as well as the pain in her arm, which wouldn't stop throbbing.

Fenrir growled once the pounced, ripping biting and gashing all he could wanting to cause them as much pain as he could.

The hunter screamed in pain, thrashing in his limited amount of space his body was able to move. Sam closed her eyes tighter, trying not to hear his flesh tearing and bones snapping.

Soon fenrir had killed him and he smiled a bloody wolfy smile.
"Done."
(I hate colds...)

[Ooh, i hate them, too >< Other than that, how've you been? Haven't talked to you in forever!]


Sam peeked her eyes open and sighed. She saw flashlights flashing against the trees. "Run," she whispered, knowing he could hear her with his wolf ears. "Don't leave a trail."

Fenrir did as he heard and dashed into the woods jumping over obsticals instead of barreling through them and as soon as he could he chenged into his human body and jumped into a river.

[Sorry it took so long to reply. I was having my laptop worked on, now it's fixed ]

The rangers found Sam soon and bandaged her wounded arm and brought her into the truck. She protested, saying she needed to finish looking for hunters, but they insisted that she go home. That she'd done her job and didn't need more stress. After arguing over the subject for a few minutes, she gave up and let them drive her to her cabin.

Fenrir sat there when he had crawled out of the river. He was shocked at what he had done. As a wolf he was very carnial.

When she got back to her cabin, she told everyone to leave her alone, that she was fine, and got herself some wine and some goldfish to calm herself down. She sat herself down on the couch and sipped on the wine, letting tears spill for the pup who'd been killed by the hunters.

Fenrir sighed and started to look at the river. He liked it a lot.

When her tears were shed, she finished her third glass of wine and laid down on the couch, dozing off.

Fenrir got up and had trouble walking. He was stunned still he had killed hunters.

Sam slept through the night, nearly oblivious to everything around her.

Fenrir ran through the woods as a man till he got to some rangers.
"Hi, I have some information you might want to know."

The rangers turned to him. "Information? Go ahead, what is it," one of them asked while the others cleaned up.

"Those hunters, i saw a wolf covered in blood running through the woods. I think he's injured!" Fenrir said thinking on the spot.

The rangers looked at each other, then the guy. "Which way did the wolf go," he asked him, ready to track the animal down.

"Through the woods, north east into the river passing near the white wolf's pack." Fenrir said quickly forming a large plan in his head.

They nodded and went off to find the trail.

Fenrir laughed in his head then pushed a small sigh out. He had to wait just a little while longer.

The rangers kept going until they saw the wolf pack, and they started looking around for the injured white wolf.

Fenrir smiled and took off his clothes and shifted into the wolf form and made his way to the womans small house.