| The wolf growls, but doesn't advance on the scared foxes. The foxs
then smell the distinctive odor of the wolf's marked off territory, and
then grin a hangdogged grin and back off. Animals though they are at the
momment, they aren't stupid enough to try to take on the much larger and
more massive wolf.
Soon, however, the foxs soon forget about the wolf, and like the animals
they are tonight, soon get . . . . friendlier! They find a secluded spot
under a tree and eventually fall asleep. The two anthopomorphic foxs awaken
to find themselves in each others arms. They yelp and push away from each
other. They sputter and brush out the leaves and twigs that have gotten
in their pelts. They both jump as they hear a deep chuckling behing them.
They both turn and see a seven foot tall silvery humanoid wolf standing behind them, shaking it's head. The wolf is male by appearance, and looks rather amused by the couples discomfort. "Loam, what ARE you doing here?!" Alicia nearly screams.
"I believe I should be asking that, Alicia." the wolf laughs. "You are
in MY territory, after all. Not like it matters, but when I'm in my full
wolf form . . . . I might have made things painful. Wouldn't have meant
to, but you know....."
"Yes, I do know." sighs Alicia sadly. "We lose all control when the
moon's full. And our animal natures decide what happens....."
"Would he have killed us?" Fred asks in a shakey voice. He vaguelly
recalled something about a huge wolf last night . . . . along with other
things.
"No, no! You might have been banged and cut up from it all." chortles
the wolf. "Only thing that can really kill us is silver. Goodness knows
there's none of THAT stuff on the island. I take it that your new around
here?"
Introductions are made. Fred learns that the foxs, the wolves, the cats
seperate into their own little villages around the time of the full moon.
Though they can't kill each other, the injuries they can inflict on each
other while under the control of the beast can be PAINFUL!! Fred also learns
that Loam was a peasant from his home country, and is more than comfortable
with the "leveling of the playing field" because . . . . well, theire aren't
any social classes here like their used to be (at least none that Loam
will acknowledge . . . . and would you argue with a seven foot tall mass
of muscle, claw, and teeth?!)
"Oh, and congrats about the kits!" laughs Loam as he goes off on his
way.
"'Congrats on the kits?!'" Fred asks in shock. "That wasn't . . . ?"
"No, it wasn't, Fred." Alicia sighs. "It happened, and more than likely
. . since it was my time . . . . Loam is right!"
What can they do now? I mean really?
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