I know it's short but I did tell you that the story was going to be short.
I almost don't smell them over the perfume of the camper's blood in front of me as I every so slowly suck him dry. I have to saver the taste. This will be my last human for a very long time. Human blood is just so addicting. I say the habit is worse then smoking like I did a few short years ago when I was human.
Their smell intensifies, as they grow closer. With my knees pressed into the soft dirt I feel the vibrations of their paws hitting the ground in unison. I need to leave. They are getting to close for comfort. If they find me, never mind with a body, I'll be dead for sure. I finish my meal in haste letting myself get lost in the taste and warmth that fills me.
Throwing my head back and licking my lips clean of any trace of blood I look for a place to stash the body where no one will find it. My attention is quickly averted to the stench of the wolves. They are practically on top of me now. It's interesting though. There's more then just the smell of wet dog mixed in with them.
Campfire. That's the first smell that comes to mind. The smell of burning wood is heavily mixing in with the putrid smell of the dogs. They could have possibly had a fire and that's why they smell the way that they do but why would they need a fire? They wouldn't even be able to start one. The wolves have everything that they need in the wolf form.
There's another smell that's even more prominent. They reek of sex. It must be the horny alpha. When is the alpha not horny? This guy though is more then horny. He smells as if he'll die if he doesn't get some action in the next five seconds. The smell makes a pleasant shudder run through me. There's something to the smell, something familiar about it. Sure I've been with guys before. I know how it is. I know how they smell and this… This is something I have smelt before and was more then accustomed to it.
I try to ignore the smell as I grab the body and throw it so it's out of the hiking trail. I need to run. I cannot only feel the paws rhythmically hitting the soft earth but I can hear them too. There has to be at least three wolves. If they find me I'll never stand a chance.
I start running. The wolves pound on the ground harder, faster. They know I'm running. They can smell me now more then ever. I'm done for.