Chapter 28: Jatta
I haven't changed back to human for a few days now, and It was starting to worry me. But somehow I knew I would change back soon. Maybe within the next day or two.
I was out hunting with Seth, when I heard ruffling in the bushes around me. I figured it was maybe a rabbit or bird. So I didn't bother to check it out. But I was close to catching a very young stag, who had just begun to sprout antlers. But again I heard the ruffling in the bushes and I turned my head. I saw a tail, of maybe a fox from it's reddish pelt. So I caught and killed the stag, and padded back to camp. I was wary, knowing I was being followed. Once I was at camp, I laid the dead stag along the outside of the clearing camp was in, and again wandered back into the woods. I stumbled though the forest, until I ended up in a small clearing. Leaved moved on a large bush, and I growled /I know you're there, show yourself!/ I called out. After a moment or two, two wolves emerged from behind a thick tree. Both were male. One had a black-gray pelt, and the other I recognized as the supposed 'fox' I saw, from his red pelt. /Who are you two?/ I growled at them. They exchanged a glance, and one chuckled. /Only some defenseless loners passing through./ The black one said to me. I growled at him /Yea, I TOTALLY believe that!/ /Well, it was worth a try./ The other said to me. They closed in on me. I growled and swiped a paw at one of them, my claws extended. My claws met with the first one's face, and he yowled out in pain. He put a paw over the deep wound in his face, and he turned. I smirked, then turned to the red wolf. He had rage written across his face, and he leaped at me. I stood on my back paws, and pushed him into the ground. I bit into his neck, and he howled out in pain. He tore himself from my jaws, ripping a large part of flesh from his scruff. He ran away whimpering, but the black wolf was already at me, clawing and biting at me. I bit his spine, sending a jolt of pain through him. He howled a pain-filled howl, and I grabbed the base of his scruff, carrying him back to camp with me.
