Summary: Dipper vowed never to hunt again.
Pairing: None
October 5 prompt: Werewolf
Prowling Pooch
Adrenaline pumped through his blood, pupils shrinking to slits. His heart pounded and his skin shivered with excitement.
No.
He had to resist. He twisted his spine, ruffling his fur in a coarse whirlwind as he shook his body.
Never again.
The wolf retreated deeper into the bushes and turned, intent on abandoning the hunt in favor of returning home, when the scent of weakened meat drifted by his nose. He twitched, instincts flaring, and he pivoted. One look wouldn't hurt.
Subconsciously, his ears flattened against his skull and he lowered his furry form to the grass-covered ground. He prowled forwards to peer out the shrubbery. His gaze widened before narrowing as saliva collected in his mouth. Black lips curled as his muscles tightened.
Food.
The wolf lunged forwards, bursting from the bushes, and sprinted after his prey. The rabbit squeaked and hopped fast in retreat, one paw bleeding. The wolf's focus zeroed on the prey.
Food. Food. Food.
Exhilaration raced in his veins, delight spurring him to quicken his pace. Just as he neared his prey, jaws agape to snap the creature's neck, a familiar voice called.
"Dipper!"
Startled, the wolf skidded to a halt and the fog cleared from his gaze. Realization slapped him in the face and, had he possessed his human head at the moment, he would have blanched.
Oh no. He whined low in the back of his throat. Oh no, no, no.
He'd almost…he'd almost killed a life.
"Dipper!" His sister's' voice pierced his pointed ears as she appeared. "You gotta stay inside until you change back, dummy!"
He averted his gaze and trotted a few paces ahead of her, heading for the Mystery Shack.
"Dipdot…?" His twin prodded.
He didn't respond.
~oOo~
Notes:
Ah...this is a weird one but it's what popped into my mind.
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