The Duty of the Wolf

It felt as if a red-hot poker was thrust into the thick marrow of the bones, and was jerked, shaken, and wiggled until there was no marrow left. Let alone a defined bone shape. Long drawn out screams of pain echoed in the now elongated pointed ears. The liquefied mass of what used to be bones shifted into longer, thicker solid bones, hunching the back, and causing the four newly formed paws to hit the ground with a thud. The pain seared like fire through the skin, as it grew taught around the new form, just to be broken by thin strong nails, that dug shallow ditches into the dirt beneath them. Any shred of clothing that was before, now lay in tatters beneath the heaving body.

The screams had long since stopped as the neck shortened and the snout now reassembled in a lengthier fashion. As the ears finally moved to the top of the head, one last bone cut through the back of the animal, it too elongated, with flesh rapidly growing on it. The violent transformation was finally over when thick coarse gray brown hair sprouted along the whole body. The master had finally taken over, no more low life serfs to take care of. It had been pushed back, repressed, like the master had been not two minutes ago. The masters rare romp had begun. A scent coming from well within his territory, strong legs pushed off the soft earth, and the body was propelled unblinkingly fast into the thicket trees.

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Must catch prey, scent is heavy, they have been trespassing, the three of them it seems. The howl, oh how I've longed and waited to hear that sound again. The gifted speed is nice for avoiding nuisances, unlike the ungodly slowness of the prey. In my clearing, they dare to rest. Foolish prey, growling haughtily, keeping my stance in watching their feeble attempts to run, but their young. Oh how slowly the feet placed upon him move. I take no pity as I snarl and lunge at the young inept one. A thrasher it was as I bore my precious fangs. How long it was since I have tasted the smooth liquid of life coat the hollow of my throat.

This is not delicate work, no not at all. Foolish prey it was still, trying to beat me down with powerfully weak limbs against my chest. It is not my problem, not only is it my right, but my duty to pass on the gifts and talents I posses. It is my noble honor that stops me from slashing it to death, but tearing into the sweet tender flesh of the collar bone instead. The sound of rustling reaches my ears perched precariously on top of my head, whilst my tongue is roughly lapping at the glistening liquid. A gleaming metal object reached my retinas and as my gift started up, a startling fast piece of metal grazed my tail, no bother. Glancing back, the elders rush to their young, cradling it so fondly as I have never seen. The deep yearning thirst was been quenched, my duty has been fulfilled. Fight hard young one, you'll need the strength.

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"H-he's not d-dead! Just wounded. Mary dear, Remus will live..."

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