The boy nodded rapidly as she confirmed his guess. He didn’t mind the added height she had on him, but he didn’t complain when she changed into her slightly more familiar lupus form. Maybe it would be harder to play two-leggers that way, but then she’d be like him!
Terra explained that the humans were fierce predators, and his brow furrowed in concentration. He hadn’t had an actual description of them before, other than that they walked like luperci and their only fur was their manes. He thought that was kinda silly, but he believed her until she said that humans dominated wolves. Immediately, his green eyes widened.
“Nuh-uh!” Skoll blurted. “Wolves are the best! I eat ’oomans! No cower!” He bristled and growled in defiance as if facing off against one. “No Haskel cower. I son of the King!” He couldn’t imagine Vigilante ever bowing to anyone! He went and took care of the AniWaya meanies, or so everyone said, and so surely he could beat the humans that were already gone.
Of course, his young mind had no concept of the past or a time when the wolves were not the dominant race. Wolves had superseded humans quite cleanly, and it was weird to think of them as feral creatures without minds. He would always embrace that sliver of wildness that separated wolves from humans, but he couldn’t think of struggling in the forest for survival and feeding off deer and stolen sheep. What Terra was saying sounded crazy.
But his mood whiplashed when she mentioned the mighty metal creatures, and his ears perked up. Those sounded scary!—which meant they were cool. His pale fur bristled when she crouched and growled at him, and he growled challengingly back, his voice high-pitched and his bared puppy teeth needle-sharp. It was not a serious act of aggression or fear, but a response to the game they were playing.
Terra then reared up on her hind legs—clumsier than an optime form, but something he thought he could manage. Grinning, he watched her then nodded, deciding he’d go along with being human.
“Lead the way, lady ’ooman,” Skoll said regally, and he balanced on his hind legs with forepaws thrashing. “We get metal beasts!”
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