Rick felt a sneeze coming on as the loose dirt settled, his head rising before falling, shaking as he let out the involuntary body function. He was caught off guard by the head shaking, was that involuntary as well or subconsciously done? It took a moment for him to realise that he was standing on top of a white shirt, now covered with dirt paw prints. He jumped off, his landing pillow giving off an ooph when he did so. Behind him he heard a hiss which lead him to take a leap to the right. "Watch it, stupid dog!" the cat hissed as she moved closer to the human who was getting up and looking at Rick like he was a- right he was a wild animal.
"Technically I am a wolf, Kitty." He said, getting a whiff of the smell again and realising it was coming from the man he had knocked over.
"Four dingy paws are enough for me to call you a mutt." The cat said as she pawed at the human's leg, him reaching down and picking her up while backing away. He never turned his back to Rick as he walked backwards, Rick sitting there trying to figure out what to do. Maybe he had that smell for a reason, it was better to follow him. Though at this moment he turned and walked into the forest covering, he would follow from somewhere he could not be seen.
Upon him hiding the man seemed to ease up and kept walking where he was going, keeping an eye out for the wolf that had 'pounced' on him, more like accidentally ran him over. It wasn't long until the man led him to a campsite; he must have come out here because of the lack of people. Great place if you want to be alone, much like his target who was supposed to be hiking along this trail. He crouched in the bushes, his new-found abilities and change in body structure had made this entire journey a pain in the ass but slowly he was starting to get the hang of it.
He waited there, watching as the two went about their activities, the cat occasionally stopping to observe the area whenever a breeze rushed past Rick. That cat probably knew he was there. He waited until the cover of night, when the man was obviously getting ready for bed, till he snuck from the bushes with extreme furtiveness. He had a bit of difficulty in getting his hind legs over the one large branch that the bush had but once he did it was smooth sailing from there. He walked into the small camp, stepping over a trash bag of beer cans and other garbage, before inspecting the camp. He just had to be sure it was the guy who smelled like that.
His nose caught a whiff of something as he was walking toward the trees, only it went behind him. He took a few steps back, not far enough, he took a few more- and he ran into the trash bag. He huffed "This has got to be the worst stealth I have ever done..." Rick's agility suffered greatly since gaining four paws compared to when he was on two legs. He growled as he waited for a noise in the tent, when nothing came he set to getting his paw free from the red holding handle of the bag. He first tried to kick it off but that was the noisiest way to possibly to that, then he sat down and tried to bite it off. He took a short break from the noise before deciding he would just quickly tear it off and make a break, no one should be able to sleep through the noise this bag was making. He took the plastic in this mouth, bad taste by the way, and ripped at it until the handle broke.
When he turned around he was met with the likes of a cat and a man with a flashlight. "Okay, I know what this looks like, but can I just explain?" He felt silly asking a cat something like that, more or less talking to a cat made him feel like an idiot, but he had to think long term. The smell hit him again and it lead straight to the man in the tent that had his hands raised in a stop motion as he got out of the tent.
"Hm, make it quick. I don't want to be stuck listening to dog too long, I hear it makes you stupid." This cat was turning out to be exactly what he thought cats were like.
"Alright. I am a human turned into a wolf by a witch." He stated getting the cats full attention for the first time. She stood and brushed up against the human's leg before wandering toward Rick.
"No, no, Duchess, come here girlie." The man tried to coax her into coming back but it didn't work as the cat walked up to Rick.
"A… witch? Like the kind that walk up to my home when it gets cold to demand treats?" she asked and Rick nodded. "So, you are saying a human with green skin turned out into a dirty-"
"Will you help me or not?!" He asked in a frustrated tone, noticing that it came out as a growl when he saw the man panic. He didn't need that, he put a paw on the felines head, for a moment hating himself as he licked her to both party's disgust. Though it worked in making the man calm down a bit, now aware that the wolf would not eat his cat, he stood up about to back away slowly. A part of him had the feeling this wasn't working.
"I will help you, but only because you are so helpless and stupid and it is making me feel bad…" She said as she stood up, Rick rolling his eyes as she hopped onto his back, clawing at his back a moment "Ever lick me again and I will end you." She muttered, making herself comfy on him. Everyone just stood there for a moment before Duchess got upset "Well? Do something…doggy." She said as Rick now begun to think. More like he begun to hate what his life was making him do. He took a deep breath as he neared the man, him scooting back a bit. He wouldn't be able to get close enough to him like this. He sat, Duchess jumping off his back, and rose a paw into the air.
It took quite a bit for him to make his way closer but when he finally did he reached out a hand and let Rick sniff it, the scent he had smelled was all over his skin and it smelled great. As his hand rose to stroke Rick's fur, who had planned to tolerate the probability of it feeling strange, he was struck with an enjoyable sensation. His fingers scratched the fur behind his ear before giving him a few good pats on the head. Rick hadn't moved as he enjoyed the sensation before it ended, replaced with the strange feeling of wanting to get closer to him. He resisted this urge, whatever it was, and let the man search him for any ID tags. When he found nothing, he hummed.
"Can't tell if you are wild or domesticated." He muttered to himself, reaching out and petting Rick again. At this point the Australian wanted to back up and get away from the pets as well as get more by the strangest urge he has felt, then again there was that one urge he got while passing a tree during his time stalking this guy. The man rubbed his face, tossing his flashlight into the tent as he started back to it "Come 'ere, Duchess." This time the cat obeyed, walking toward him with her tail high as she entered the tent alongside him. So that was it?
Rick was about to say something but he just sighed, suppose he would just see what happens in the morning. He looked to the burning embers in the fireplace, walking around it a moment before making himself comfortable on the ground. He kept shifting, trying to get into a comfortable position, while not looking like a loon, before he closed his eyes. Sleep came slow that night, though its hold on him was strong.