She thinks with a start, Oh, God, it's real? She has a quick painful thought that she just bought this suit, and it was quickly becoming her favorite because Mulder looked at her in that oh-so-special way this morning when she walked into the basement, but her coherence gives way to frenetic thoughts and erratic breathing that make her feel heavy and light. She's pretty sure that doesn't make sense but the part of her that cares or notices is fading into something she is a little skeptical of. Still, amazingly, it is there, and she thinks a quick Shit! before it takes her over.
Scully howls at the moon.
Hunger she thinks instinctively, and the first thing she can think of eating has a name.
Mulder.
It is unfortunately based off what she is familiar with, and she is familiar with no one but him now. If Mulder had only known that her lack of a social life would get the one who caused it (him) to get eaten, he might of made less of an effort to monopolize her time...but probably not.
As a werewolf, Scully is petite. She also looks more like an overgrown, rabid fox, which they might find ironic if one wasn't currently a hungry beast and the other was about to become the aforementioned dinner. For now the irony, or coincidence, was lost. If only they had each seen the signs sooner; her new-found affinity for red meat (bloody was how she requested it) and the recent development of her being easily distracted by fast moving objects, not to mention the large bite wound on her arm from that hobo (at least, she thought it was a hobo), maybe this all could have been avoided.
He's absentmindedly walking through the forest, something that, in the back of his head where memory of the past is kept, knows from experience that this is usually a bad idea. He's leaving a scent trail about five miles long, which takes Scully a while to catch. She isn't very good at the werewolf thing yet. But when she does, the chase is on, for her at least. Mulder is still stomping through the woods. He hears something rustle behind him, and turns just in time to see a VERY large fox (the word ironic briefly pops into his mind) with freakishly blue eyes pounce on him. There's a lot of random paw stomping, him thrashing, and clacking of teeth from her. As he dodges, he notices the faint smell of lavender and rental car. The faint glint of something small and golden catches his eye. He, being his usually haphazard self, comes to a conclusion that this beast ate...no...IS Scully. Now that is ironic, he thinks. His mind leaps, in milliseconds, to flashbacks of her tearing into that undercooked steak and her attacking the TV during that Purina commercial, and he tells himself he should have seen this coming.
Scully's teeth sink into his arm, and Mulder pulls his gun with the other. "Scully!," he yells, and fires two shots in the air. Scully the werewolf stops immediately, slowly backing away. "Don't make me shoot you," Mulder pleads.
But Scully is really hungry. All she had eaten was a kolache that morning, and she doesn't even like those. So Mulder's threat was pretty hollow, especially since she doesn't understand English at this point. Especially since he couldn't bare to shoot her. As she leaps for his throat, he doesn't get the chance to change his mind.