05-07-2018, 06:57 PM
Another warning growl left Ian as he had to skid to a stop to avoid barreling into a open field, amber eyes locked onto the hunter, that’s what this man was his mind screamed at him,a hunter that would kill him. Render his pup a orphan… the thought at Ian growling deep in his chest. Facing the hunter, his russted ears pinned back against his head, whatever weapon that the man had, it hadn't been drawn and that was the only reason the stranger was drawing breath still.
Teeth snapped when the dark haired man made a move closer, Ian wasn't acting like a crazed beast with no mind… he’d long since gotten the hang of being one with his wolf, but his instincts were screaming at him to protect his pup, to survive the night so he could hold his little boy once more.
Ian was poised to run again, his mind recalling what the other called called out… help him? How could a hunter help him, there was no cure for Lycanthropy other than a a silver bullet in the heart or head… and that was death. The ginger wolf refused to allow himself to die and abandon his pup. Minutes slowly crawled by, Ian stayed rooted to the spot, guarded but not poised to attack just yet, his claws fug into the forest floor under him, his form a imposing shape in the moonlight that flitted through the trees and shown otu bright onto the open field. Some night time deer where grazing on the far end of the field, the wind blowing their scent towards the pair, thought only Ian would be able to smell it and part of his wolf wanted to hunt the deer, they made better game then lazy cows… or piss soaked humans.
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