THERES A DOG LOSE IN THE WOODS!;; open!

[Sascha Anthony Demilo.]

He wasn’t a bad child his teachers always insisted, just that he had some ‘trouble fitting in’ and they didn’t think this school was the type of establishment he would flourish in. That’s why they looked at him like he was a crazy child that pissed on the teacher’s desk on the second day because he was having difficulty sharing with the other children. They said he often looked like some type of beast… never to his face of course but you can bet your ass he heard everything plunked outside that school faculty room growling unwelcomingly to every child, teacher or janitor that went past. For what it’s worth, since moving to the Pack territory there have been a few improvements though he’s still far away from the blonde cherub he was supposed to portray.

Lowering his naked for to the earth he allowed the familiar tingles of the first stage to take hold. As always, the pain so natural to him now quickly replaced the soft tingling sensation ripping at him from every angle then putting him back together again all in the space of a few seconds even if it seemed like hours. The pleasure for him came afterwards when everything seemed so bright and new, fresher and much more inviting and invigorating than ever before. He lifted his golden pelt body from the earth and shook the debris which had become intertwined with his coat before taking some testing steps. Knowing his body was in order he was off like a bullet, winding in and around the trees faster than though possible for an animal of his size. His long, lanky legs propelled him brilliant with every grace of a greyhound until he at last came to a halt some time later. Panting he lowered himself once more with the calling of his body to change back. Some scent lingered in the air, threatening to any wolf nose – a human on pack territory.

There were laws about hunting on private territory but the gun dangling in front of the human suggested otherwise. With every step the large bristly-chinned males’ equipment jingled alongside him. Sascha’s top lip curled involuntary at the intrusion before another movement caught his attention behind the man. A smaller child re recognized from his class was there trailing a smaller rifle with him struggling to keep up with what must have been his father. Sascha kept low with his focus solely on the larger man with a gun – he wanted to defend but his alpha had warned him against acting on impulse and killing people that could kill you. He was threatening his territory, the packs territory, and there was nothing he could do but watch. Quietly as he could on two feet he pursued the ugly human and his pup for an hour or so more, collecting tidbits of ‘whispered’ information about big-ass dog paws and streakers roaming around these parts. His name was mentioned once or twice bundled in at the ‘weirdoes that live here’ but it didn’t bother him in the least. He wouldn’t be saying that when he was laying there dead.

Something he done must have caught their attention as their gaze snapped in his direction. He ducked quickly but was sure the younger one caught a glimpse of his dirty blonde lochs – obviously as not two minutes later he was babbling about seeing the child there (He swore). Luckily for him, his father dismissed the idea as a fawn of some description and left it to trail better game. Seeing his opportunity to disappear, the young lycan dashed in the opposite direction to a safe clearing where he could run back to the house where someone would be waiting. He was tired by the time he reached the guardens and didn’t bother with clothes when he turned back rather he just waded into the house stark-naked and filthy to the warmth and familiarity of a familiar scent.

“There’s people in the woods.” He announced solemnly. “But I didn’t touch them.”

[Tala Stone]

Tala looked over with a few of the others of the pack at the kid. He was panting hard, and she guessed he must have really sped over to the house where she and the others were. It was especially obvious when she quickly realized his lack in clothes -- or really, none at all. It must be a serious emergency if he had to be in that much of a rush.

Tala stepped forward from the crowd towards the naked, blonde boy. He must’ve been about twelve or a bit older, odd for just a kid to be hanging around in the pack. And she was surprised that she had never actually met the guy -- maybe seen him around, but she never took much notice to him before. But even then, she never even hung around Olbert Estate anymore since she found her own little cozy apartment in town. So for all she knew, he could be some new guy to the pack.

“Where’d you see them?” She said in a calm voice, looking at him with concern drawn all over her face. It was against all laws for humans to step into the Olbert Estate, absolutely forbidden. There would be serious issues with this, she knew, especially if the humans knew they weren’t supposed to be there. Oh, there would be much punishment for such trespassing.

She could only worry about any other lycan pack member hanging around in the woods -- what would happen of them if the arrogant humans came across one of them? Would they poach them? Would they witness a transformation? Would the secret be thrown out there? Tala could only think of the worse to come and could feel her hands clench up into fists at her sides, but her face remained calm.