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Date & Time: 11/28, shortly after nightfall
Location: the closest forested area
Characters: Isaac and anyone who happens upon him!
Summary: The full moon has risen, so this werewolf is off to transform and get a little hunting in. What could possibly go wrong? (Answer: everything)
Warnings: possible violence and mentioned nudity, and body horror (transforming)

So maybe it had not been a good idea to make his first public introduction on a full moon day. Isaac didn't know what he'd been thinking. Or, well, he did, and doing thinking with the need to run and move and find his pack (a pack; any pack) running wild in his head was not a good idea. Too late now, and he could barely keep it to a jog as he made his way out of the city and into the wilder places. He'd have to deal with the fallout once he'd dealt with the night's business and he had a long jog before there was anything close to a forest. He'd settled for clean water, some stunted trees and brush and ...prey, honestly.

As he jogged on the unsettled land ahead felt more sinister than welcoming. He didn't like it here; nothing smelled right, or even looked right. But he needed to change, and his spine was already creaking and cracking against his will. He didn't want to change yet, but his rhythms were off. It had been only two weeks to the full moon at home, but almost a month here. Holding it off had finally become too much. He hadn't dared earlier, and still didn't want to give in to the vulnerability. It wasn't safe. But the ripples of pain were becoming more frequent no matter how hard he tried to stop them.

With a curse Isaac broke into a full run, dashing full out over the last stretch of land to the available cover and dropping the bag of raw meat to the ground with nary a care. The juices were already soaking through but paper was easier to get through than plastic and if he didn't hurry he'd be sneaking back into town without any clothes. He usually folded them neatly but there really wasn't time. His hands hurt; his face hurt; his legs were twitching and cracking as bones broke and tendons tore.

He barely got the clothing off before the first real rush of change went through him, contorting his spine with a series of pops and making him cry out as he fell fully to the ground. His skin was splitting and tearing and every bone twisted inside him and cracked like they were snapping into splinters. He might have been screaming but it was impossible to tell.

There was only pain; the pain consumed all.

Isaac came back to awareness of things other than pain to the feeling of fur--always one of the last changes--growing in and rolled around because it itched. So he was still a pup sometimes; sue him. It felt good now. Better than good even. Everything felt bright and full of joy.

There was so much to do. He could explore and find pack and hunt. Yes--

MEAT. There was meat and it smelled divine. Isaac wasted no time tearing through the paper--so much better than plastic that got stuck in his teeth--and gulping down the wet, too cold (bah; should have warmed it) chunks.

Not enough, but it was a start. He could hunt now. And with that, he trotted off through the dapples of moonlight through the scant branches and bush, too focused on perspective prey to notice or care if anyone was getting their first glimpse of the giant wolf he'd become.

((OOC: Open for anyone to come upon him at any time during the night! He'll stay away from the city itself, but anywhere outside that is fair game. It would have been easy to follow him; he wasn't really paying the best attention at the time.))

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Training was always on Lucy's mind, but finding the best places to do it was a little tricky. It had to be outdoors, in a quiet area where she fould feel the elements around her.

This is why she was in the forest - however, the fact that it was after nightfall - well! She had lost herself in her meditation, and in doing so, lost track of the time.

With a sharp exhale, she let her brown eyes slide open, feeling like she'd run for miles, worn out and exhausted. "Ah -" Crap! She had't realized it was this late.

There was prey near and he was hot on a trail that was traveled frequently. The wind wasn't in his favor, but it wasn't out of it either, so he continued, trotting with his nose to the ground. Scents were always more intense like this, with the ability to get his nose right down to the source.

He was so hungry and he wanted to chase and hunt--or play, but there was no one to play with--

What was that? The sound alerted him and he bounded after it without thinking. And then things caught up to him and he skidded to an awkward stop not five feet from her, looking as shocked as a giant wolf could look.

Damn. He was so screwed--

... that was exactly what she was thinking. Because that. Is a really. REALLY. Big. Wolf.

Perhaps the only thing that has saved her from being puppychow(tm) is the fact that it looked as surprised as she was. "A.... a wolf. Aa- this ... this is not good." Was it hunting? It was a beautiful creature but - She didn't want to be on the menuuuuu!

The worst part is she could tell how little magic was left - if she used it all up before it had a chance to restore itself, she would be even more vulnerable. "Maybe if I move slowly." Sure, sudden movements are never good around wild animals. With her back against a tree, she starts to push herself to her feet, watching the animal carefully.

Isaac is thinking much the same, and holds very still. The worst thing would be for her to scream, or go running back to the city to start off a witch-hunt.

Maybe he'd be lucky and they'd assume giant wolves were much like those creepy crows and native. Of course, if any natives spoke up otherwise... Damn and damn again.

Isaac hardly dares to breathe, and is entirely focused on her as she moves. But his ears are just a little drooped and his tail held carefully neutral--the best he can do to look nonthreatening when he suspects he outweighs her by a good bit. No screaming please.

Nice wolf, pretty wolf... BIG Wolf.

No, she won't scream, unless he came at her - and he didn't appear to be doing that just yet. Just watching. Watching is good.

Except Lucy wasn't paying attention where she was going, and that, plus her exhaustion from meditation, ...well she always was klutzy when she was distracted.

That bit of root sticking up from the ground? The heel of her boot catches against it, and she momentarily turned her attention away from the wolf to the sudden need for balance. "Wa-ah!" Flail flail and FALL! "A..a.oow..!" Damn, that hurt. Actually she may have hurt her ankle that time.

That didn't sound good. In fact that sounded the opposite of good. A stab of guilt hits him and Isaac puts his ears down further, a hint of a whine in his throat. He doesn't want to hurt her at all. Damn the fearsome reputation people gave wolves.

Isaac wants to help, or at least check to make sure it isn't more than a simple fall, but he doubts she would let him close enough. At least... Well, she was a human, so it's not like crawling on his belly for another wolf. Isaac drops down, putting his nose on his paws and whines again, more loudly. Not going to hurt you, see?

Now to see if she'll calm down, and if she's injured.

What the...

That's... weird. "What are ..." At least the surprise helps to distract her from the initial fear, replacing it with curiosity. So... not a wild wolf?

"Sorry... I - I guess you startled me." She's used to talking to animals and creatures that don't talk back. She smiles in spite of herself because that's kind of a cute reaction from the woofie.

He can't talk like this and isn't sure he'd want to reveal that much, so he just gives his tail a single wag and lets his head come up. Easy now, not too fast...

With that in mind, Isaac doesn't stand and come closer to investigate her ankle like he wants to, but just rests where he is, stretched out on the ground. He's hungry, of course, but a good experience and the rumors that might spread from it might save his life someday.

He tilts his head, trying to appear inquisitive, and voices a soft sound--kind of like a whuffling half-bark.

Hm. Maybe he /isn't/ a wolf? Or maybe he's a crossbreed. She experimentally twitches her foot, but she's relieved there isn't much pain from moving it.

Glancing up at where the wolf...dog? --animal! was stretched out, she stifles a laugh. Awww. "Come here --boy?" She pats the ground in front of her. "It's okay."

Isaac makes a sound remarkably like a grumble. Better a dog than a murderous monster, but still... No dignity at all.

Life just isn't fair, but he's content with things as they are for now. He has permission to come close, so he does. Careful not to make any sudden moves still, but he nudges at her ankle, trying to see if there's any signs of injury. Pain has its own scent and he can't smell much, but on the other hand she hasn't stood up yet either.

Don't take it personally, Lucy just didn't know how to address a friendly wolf. Saying, "C'mere Wolfie" didn't hit the ear right.

Her foot twitched at the nudge, because COLD NOSE, and Lucy tilted her head, finding his actions rather fascinating. "You're not what I would have expected a wolf to be like... but I guess that's because of the way this place is. It did mention the animals were different."

And hey, any wolf that wasn't attacking or anything is a good wolf in her book. She flexed her foot, slightly, and aside from a brief twinge occasionally, she didn't feel any pain otherwise. "Think it's okay.."

On one hand, Isaac has a flash of worry because a regular wolf would act very differently. On the other, he hasn't seen or smelled any large predators of any sort in the area, except maybe the ravens.

He can't really check out her ankle more thoroughly like this, not without hands and the ability to ask questions, but he doesn't think it's badly injured. Twisted or lightly sprained, maybe, but it's impossible to really tell. Still he can't leave her out here, but he can't really walk back with her either. The dilemma has him staring off at nothing for a moment but then Isaac gets an idea. If the ankle hurts, she might be able to walk faster with some support. It wouldn't hurt, at any rate.

He dashes off and comes back with a large downed branch in his teeth. It's not all that straight, but it's not rotted and it's long enough to be used as a staff to lean on. Isaac deposits it at her feet and does his best to make his muzzle look like a smile.

Now is not the time for fetch, okay!

Oh wait. Lucy blinks in surprise when the 'wolf' dashes off. WHile he's gone, she's in the process of unlacing her shoe to gingerly pull it off, for a better look at her ankle, fingers carefully prodding at her foot. It still twinges a little - she'd probably just twisted it. Nothing horrible.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand he's back! "Eh?" But but it has wolf slobber on it... oh well, she can't be picky. "Is this for me?" She glances at the animal, and ... she'd SWEAR he was smiling. Nah, that's her imagination, gotta be.

She leans down, taking the branch in her hand, "Lucky~!" Flashing a bright smile to the wolf, she tests her weight on her ankle with the staff, "Thanks for this; this will help out a lot."

Isaac waves his tail twice and trots a little towards the direction of the city before looking back. He's sure she can take care of herself but he'd feel much better if she was back to civilization. What if she came across his clothes, or some other sign of what he really is? Too risky.

Better to have her away from his hunting ground for the night.

Lucy taps the temporary staff against the ground a little, and when it proves that it won't break or anything if she leans on it, she starts forward. Somehow she's just not surprised that the wolf seemed to be leading her towards civilization, now.

"Thanks," she grins at the wolf, "Sorry about being startled by you earlier." She can only assume it understands her language after all - he certainly has been acting thusly so far.

He looks over his shoulder and grins the best grin he can, before waving his tail a little. He's glad it wasn't worse, and she seems like a nice, bright young woman.

He's careful to keep his pace easy, but it's hard, because he has too much energy and hunger gnaws at him.

She can't shake the feeling that the wolf is grinning at her. But knowing what she knew about the strange nature of the forest - was it really that big of a surprise? Maybe not.

But with the wolf as her guide, she stepped lightly after him - and once she's reached the edge of the forest, she turned, smiling at the animal. "Thanks for your help - I can manage from here."

Isaac barked lightly, but he was honestly eager to get back to hunting so after a tail wag he left her there.

With the full moon up it would be possible to watch him for some distance through the thin trees, sleek and powerful as he ran back the way they'd come.

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