When I returned in the morning I brought a bounty from my hunt consisting of a squirrel that had been too slow. I hated my eating habits honestly, but I couldn't sustain my wolf-body on vegetables. That and fish were extremely hard to catch without a pole.

I had hoped that he would be asleep when I arrived but alas he was up, and seemed to be washing the blood off of his shirt down in the river. He didn't hear me or see me and I half wanted to just leave the squirrel and run off again, but I decided to try to be braver then I had before.

Setting the squirrel down I laid down and crossing my paws, and laying my head down on top of them. I never allowed myself to take my eyes away except to blink. I didn't trust him as much as I felt pity for him. I hated seeing things confused, it just rubbed something wrong in me and set me into a mode to try to fix it.

At first when I had been transformed into a wolf I had desperately tried to get help, to get anyone to see that I was a girl not a wolf. But nobody saw it. Instead I got pitchforks thrust at me and arrows shot at me. I had been a wolf for a while now and I wasn't quite sure how old I was anymore. When I went under the spell I had been about thirteen, and if I had to guess I would say that I had been a wolf for maybe four years. But with my luck the spell might increase or decrease my aging so I wasn't quite sure.

He returned from the river wet shirt in hand, though he halted when he saw me, which seemed to be his only other reaction to me besides grabbing his knife. At least he wasn't making it hard to not get attached. After all, a breathing statue isn't that loveable.

I slowly raised myself up off of the ground, and nudged the squirrel with my paw. I then retreated a few steps back and decided to watch and see how he reacted. At least he wasn't a complete numskull and seemed to get the message, slowly walking forward ,after putting his shirt on a log to dry, and picking up the squirrel.

He slowly reached his hand out towards me, palm down, as if he intended to pat my head. Instinctively I flinched and snarled, ears pinning themselves back against my head. He pulled his hand back, and standing up shot me an odd look, a mix of interest and cockiness. He walked back to his side of the fire and started to clean the squirrel.

I plopped down where I was, resting my head on an outstretched forepaw. I almost enjoyed seeing that it wasn't what the shirtless boy had expected me to do. Looking, I could see a deep gash running along the front of his chest, and then mirrored on his back, though the front gash seemed slightly smaller. It was if he had been stabbed through the heart, but I doubted that for two reasons. One, the wound didn't run entirely through him, and two he should be dead if that had happened. Heart or no heart the blood loss alone would probably be enough to keel him over. It surely had a curious story to go with it, but I couldn't exactly speak to ask about it. Hell I didn't even know this kids name, I just knew that he had almost fallen from the sky and plopped into my life. Actually I knew magic of some sort caused this but I didn't know why or how and it was starting to bug me.

Okay so maybe I was getting into this for more than just today. My interest was piqued and I had nothing better to do. Glancing over I saw that he had skinned the squirrel and was cooking it over the now dwindling fire. He got up and started searching for more fire wood, though he always seemed to remain a good distance away from me which I appreciated. Personal space was severely underrated.

The cooking squirrel made me realize that I sorely missed cooked meat. My form was changed but my taste buds weren't. Blood and bones was an acquired taste that I barely managed to stomach each night and slightly crispy squirrel was sounding like a feast fit for royalty.

I think my eyes betrayed my longing because the boy stopped halfway through his meal and offered me a hind leg of the squirrel. I perked my ears up but didn't move. He got the message and tossed it closer. Warily I half raised up and retrieved it, and laying back down began to gnaw on it.

Hell I had missed cooked meat.

My tail was wagging with shameful pleasure when I finished the small scrap and I couldn't stop it. If I could blush I would have. My pleasure seemed to make the boy happy, as he smirked, one eyebrow raising with a life of its own. He had put his now-dry shirt on and seemed to be contemplating something.

He was particularly careful of his wounded shoulder, and ripping off small pieces of his shirt began to try and make a makeshift bandage for it. I was guessing that either he couldn't use magic or he didn't like it. Either way no magic meant that I would be safer since a knife can only be thrown so far or used to do so much damage.

As night set in and the fire began to dim I could feel sleep beginning to pull at my own eyes, and stood up. I wasn't comfortable enough sleeping near him yet due to the fact that in my sleep I would be far too vulnerable. Though killing the thing that has been bringing you food is generally a bad idea.

I headed into the night with my head high and full intentions of repeating my actions in the morning. This was just starting and I had a suspicion that things would only get more interesting.

•••Authors Note•••

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