05-22-2009, 06:49 AM
Brennt froze at the sound of an adult female's voice. He turned slowly toward her, the puppy still squirming in his mouth. It was then that he realized that he had one, he could eat her right now and that would be the end of it, or run and run until the other wolf got tired...he could run farther than her, right? He was bigger, but he had a lot of stamina, maybe he could manage. If he killed the child now, she wouldn't have anyone to save, she wouldn't be quite so desperate, the damage would be done, she'd stop chasing him sooner...
Brennt's jaws quivered over the puppy's flesh, but would not bite down. He was having trouble. He couldn't stop thinking in words, he couldn't break the rules, and that meant he wouldn't get to eat! The woman was angry, and he knew all of a sudden that he was in trouble, and getting in more trouble moment by moment. He put the puppy down and backed away. He was dimly aware of the small trace of blood on his teeth, and he felt it push him even closer to switching over, but it didn't quite make it. He wasn't supposed to be here, and they wouldn't be happy.
"'Kay," he said obediently, stupidly, and backed away from the kids. He didn't want to get in trouble. If he wouldn't switch over, he wouldn't be able to eat, anyway. He didn't like that. He wanted to switch over and eat, and fight, and do all the fun things he sometimes did. He could fight the way he was now, but he wouldn't be as good. But he was still a lot bigger than the new wolf! Still, his apprehension about getting in trouble was stronger than his anger or his hunger, and he began eye-ing the path back the way he'd come, obviously thinking--slowly as he usually did--about how he might take that trail without being stopped.
Brennt's jaws quivered over the puppy's flesh, but would not bite down. He was having trouble. He couldn't stop thinking in words, he couldn't break the rules, and that meant he wouldn't get to eat! The woman was angry, and he knew all of a sudden that he was in trouble, and getting in more trouble moment by moment. He put the puppy down and backed away. He was dimly aware of the small trace of blood on his teeth, and he felt it push him even closer to switching over, but it didn't quite make it. He wasn't supposed to be here, and they wouldn't be happy.
"'Kay," he said obediently, stupidly, and backed away from the kids. He didn't want to get in trouble. If he wouldn't switch over, he wouldn't be able to eat, anyway. He didn't like that. He wanted to switch over and eat, and fight, and do all the fun things he sometimes did. He could fight the way he was now, but he wouldn't be as good. But he was still a lot bigger than the new wolf! Still, his apprehension about getting in trouble was stronger than his anger or his hunger, and he began eye-ing the path back the way he'd come, obviously thinking--slowly as he usually did--about how he might take that trail without being stopped.