Into the Trees, Past Meadow Grounds
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(Ooc- Shew I was really holding in some pent of posting frustraition. 831 wordz. Anyways I hope you don't mind the little PP I included about goings on in the shack connor put him in. Takes place where Connor, Bri and the pups have taken residence.)

(lyrics- Into The Trees, Past Meadow Grounds, and Further away from my home. I hear the Hounds, Flocks Chasing to find me. "Opeth- Reverie/Harlequin Forest")

The evening sun brought a grunt forth from Saluce’s lips, the light beaming through the westward facing window of his enclosure. Enclosure was too light of a word for the entrapped wolf, prison fluttered across his mind, cage another to describe how he felt after being brought here. For the first few days he had done nothing but sleep only interrupted by the loud neighbors who seemed to always have children running around every direction. The noise bothered him for those few days, his headache having never fully gone away so each pounding foot, each time something was knocked over, or an over excited squeal sent his mind reeling in agony. They had tried, his mind had eased now and he was able to remember the quiet shushing that would take place, the uneasy silence that followed, knowing eyes where burning a hole into the door. What would anyone think? A stranger, one such as him a hulking behemoth of a wolf that would most assuredly raise suspicions about his intentions plagued his mind. All the almost three year old wolf wanted to do was leave as quickly as he could. The wolf didn’t want to be a bother anymore to this pack.

Leaving posed another problem for his mind to solve. With a bad wheel he was not going to get far at least in optime form. Which left him with a dilemma; he hadn’t shifted down to his lupus form in at least a year. There was much more to it than just shifting because he despised his lupus form. Not because he didn’t like taking on a more primal form he just.. It reminded him of being a child, one who was picked on because he was at first smaller than the other pups he played with. Later he would come to realize they were all older than him but in his mind it was still counted as a fault. With a grunt he sat up in bed wiping the days rest from his eyes. His nose smelled his unappealing scent, he needed a bath. They had done a lot to clean him up but he could smell it on him still and he hated smelling horrible above all else. It was this thought that really drove him over the edge as he shifted his weight to take on a more suitable position to shift down into lupus form.

The wolf was anxious and took a deep breath recalling the memories back to him to will the change. The males form instantly started losing mass to scale down, muscles and bones reshaping. His forelegs were first, already thinning out into the elegant long legged Grey wolf of his breeding, back legs doing much the same the shift going rather quick. The transition hit his leg like an axe though and he fought back the pain and continued, knowing it would end as soon as the leg reshaped itself. The shift might be a good thing; there were still unknowns to how injuries played out in their genes when shifting. The increased activity and blood supply maybe a good thing to such injuries that may help heal them quicker. But he didn’t allow his mind to ponder on it because the quick slip in concentration had already slowed the rest of his transformation down. Soon though the male stood on three legs favoring his back right haunch severely at first, His form was an odd sight to see for those that had looked upon his optime form. Where his optime form was big muscled, chiseled, every word that could be described for what a soldier of his stature would seem his lupus form was most assuredly the opposite. Sure hidden beneath the regal plumes of lush fur and refined curves of his body lay the muscle mass that had never gone but the look was still the same. His height was unmatched his long legs helping to prove this along with his more Elegant longer snort of European grays. It all added up to him being a walking contradiction of himself. One could simply look upon him and know that his soft optime voice which didn’t belong to it belonged to this version of himself.

With a soft hop down onto the floor he looked at the knob of the door and kicked himself inside for not opening it first before shifting. But problems where easily solved as his mouth simply enveloped the doorknob and with a practiced turn of his head he was quickly escaping the cage he had been in. One would almost think he had done this before (*wink*) Soon the hard floor gave way to soft grass beneath his feet as the male set about trying to find cover for his escape. Sure it would be difficult but at least if he was caught he would be able to learn from today’s mistakes. If he could only get past the pups that were scattered about…


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