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Anger at his own abnormality bubbled into life and Jael struck the water’s surface, further breaking his own reflection until only a distorted white blob lingered in his sight. He snarled softly, snapping at the stream as though it had somehow offended him. Though it vaguely relieved some of his stress, having something to strike at, it didn’t do much. Hunger still drove through his belly, taunting him with wishes for freshly spilled blood. But unless he could take down a caribou all on his own, this was unlikely to ever be sated. Unless a wolf’s blood could honestly fill him. But such a thought morally disgusted him, muzzle distorting with emotion. He moved to the water’s edge, leaping from the stream and onto the shore with silent, ghost-like paws. Shifting halfway into a more powerful form, he slashed at the tree’s base, imagining the unyielding wood to be something more alive. But the torn splinters were nothing like flesh and this course of action quickly passed. Limbs and frame quickly shrunk back into his most comfortable form, preferring the petite young wolf to some bizarre, bulky monster.
An eager noise broke his thoughts as he moved back into the stream and the wolf whirled around, eyeing the cheerful male with some suspicion. “Uh, hi,” he tested, unsure of the stranger’s outgoing manner. He was accustomed to hatred and wariness, and this creature running up to him in a friendly way wasn’t something he was used to. The current gently tugged at his feet, wrapping around his legs as though quietly bidding him to let go, allowing him to drift away in the water like some twig or leaf. But he didn’t, removing himself again from the water and shaking out his damp coat. Tilting his head, he curiously regarded the smiling man, wondering what he wanted. Friendliness wasn’t something he ever associated with lupine strangers without some hidden, latent meaning.
Anger at his own abnormality bubbled into life and Jael struck the water’s surface, further breaking his own reflection until only a distorted white blob lingered in his sight. He snarled softly, snapping at the stream as though it had somehow offended him. Though it vaguely relieved some of his stress, having something to strike at, it didn’t do much. Hunger still drove through his belly, taunting him with wishes for freshly spilled blood. But unless he could take down a caribou all on his own, this was unlikely to ever be sated. Unless a wolf’s blood could honestly fill him. But such a thought morally disgusted him, muzzle distorting with emotion. He moved to the water’s edge, leaping from the stream and onto the shore with silent, ghost-like paws. Shifting halfway into a more powerful form, he slashed at the tree’s base, imagining the unyielding wood to be something more alive. But the torn splinters were nothing like flesh and this course of action quickly passed. Limbs and frame quickly shrunk back into his most comfortable form, preferring the petite young wolf to some bizarre, bulky monster.
An eager noise broke his thoughts as he moved back into the stream and the wolf whirled around, eyeing the cheerful male with some suspicion. “Uh, hi,” he tested, unsure of the stranger’s outgoing manner. He was accustomed to hatred and wariness, and this creature running up to him in a friendly way wasn’t something he was used to. The current gently tugged at his feet, wrapping around his legs as though quietly bidding him to let go, allowing him to drift away in the water like some twig or leaf. But he didn’t, removing himself again from the water and shaking out his damp coat. Tilting his head, he curiously regarded the smiling man, wondering what he wanted. Friendliness wasn’t something he ever associated with lupine strangers without some hidden, latent meaning.