Killian continued to stare at his reflection in seething anger. His appearance was now that of something like a wolf. He thought of the term Henry had used but couldn't quite remember. But now wasn't the time for worrying about himself. Right now three witches were about to run amok in Storybrooke with the help of the infamous dark one who had returned only knows how. He looked round to see which part of the forest he had ended up in after he had run. He could just about place himself at the edge of the woods and he knew which path would take him back to town the quickest. He tried to take off in a run but quickly got his now four legs in a tangle and ended up tripping over himself and rolling over a couple of times before landing with a thud against a tree trunk. He growled into the dirt and carefully planted his weight in his feet and slowly pushed himself up. He checked for any pain in his limbs and then thought it would be more logical to have a practice at walking with these infernal things called paws. He couldn't for the life of him fathom how dogs could run as quickly as they could with these things. It also felt odd relying on a foot that was once used to be a hook.
He focused on his legs and took a few slow steps to get used to them and then picked up the pace a little. He stumbled a couple of times but then got the knack of where to put each paw and managed to speed into a run. He felt as though he needed to concentrate more on his whereabouts as his sight was now depleted. But to his shock he found he didn't need to depend on just his sight in this form. His sense of hearing and smell was much more heightened than it was as a human. He could hear the leaves of the trees against the wind incredibly clearly and he could he could pick up the scents of the town from miles away. This helped guide him back to Storybrooke as he ran in search of help.
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Henry had just got off the school bus and headed towards the docks. Killian had promised to take him sailing a few times a week. He walked down to the pier where the boats were and looked around for Killian but Henry couldn't see him. He thought this was strange as he was always here and it was not like him to be late. He checked his phone to see if he had missed a call or text from him but there was nothing. He looked around again to see if he was coming but he was met by a black crow standing on one of the boat masts. Henry didn't think anything of it until the bird was joined by another and then another. The boats eventually became covered in black crows and they started to surround Henry. After a few moments there were crows from one end of the pier to the other and Henry couldn't see a way to keep clear of them. He tried to remain calm as the birds stared darkly at him and he thought about what could have brought them here. It was said that animals and birds can be drawn to a certain place by a greater force. Henry guessed at a dark force somewhere in the town but didn't have time to process anything else as within a second a one of the crows swooped down and caught the top of his head with its beak. Henry yelled in pain and brought his hand up to his hand to his head and noticed he was bleeding. Acting on instinct, Henry tried to run but was instantly surrounded by a murder of crows that started to peck and scratch the boy anywhere they could. Henry tried to keep running but several birds started to peck at his legs and ankles which caused him to trip. He landed on the wooden pier with a thud and the crows descended again and continued their attack. Henry tried with difficulty to retrieve his phone but it was quickly pecked at and scratched until the screen was cracked. Henry remembered talking about ornithology in school and quickly remembered something to protect a person from a bird attack. He attempted to pull his jacked further over himself but was quickly stunned was a huge black and white wolf came running down the pier. It jumped over Henry and through the mass of birds. Notwithstanding a few pecks from the offending foul. It landed on all four paws and quickly began snarling incredibly menacingly as it began to grab as many birds as it could with his sharp teeth. He barked to frighten them off and continued to snatch and bite them as more and more went to attack it. Henry could see the wolf like dog rip the birds to shreds and lash out the rest. The wolf like dog had gotten through about half of the crows before the others began to fly away in groups. Soon Henry was surrounded by dead crows and black feathers. The boy was also stained in blood and was not sure of which was the birds and which was his own. He tried to get up on his hand and knees but the palms of his hands were too badly damaged. Nearly everywhere had been pecked by the crows and Henry struggled to move any part of his body. He fell back down and rested his head on the ground as the wolf came to his aid. Henry managed to look up at the wolf that saved his life. Its bright blue eyes looked down at him and began to nudge the boys head with its nose in an attempt to get the boy to move. The wolf kept trying and began to whine but it was evident that Henry was in no fit state to move. Even colour blind, Killian could tell that the boy was in a state. His face was covered in bloody cuts and scratches which appeared everywhere all the way down to his feet.
Although he didn't want to do it, Killian knew there was only one alternative. The boy couldn't get up and Killian couldn't exactly carry him like this. So he grabbed a nearby sack with his teeth and dragged it over to Henry and covered him with it to try and keep him warm. He then attempted to keep the boy awake with one sharper nudge of his nose against his head. It seemed to jostle him awake as Henry opened his eyes to face the wolf that brought its head down and gave one small lick of the boy's nose. Henry managed to smile a little as his rescuer darted off and headed towards town.