Even as he hit the ground far from his flat into the clearing in the woods that he and his pack claimed as their own the change continued. For a moment he stayed hunched down the last of the pain leaving him as the monstrous werewolf he was. The first thing that hit him was an odd prompt that was nagging him.

Something missing something missing something not here

He snorted and shook himself. He stood up and began going around the clearing checking on his pack mates. A quick circuit showed him missing five. Three males and two females. They might have been off rutting somewhere but he leaned back and howled anyway calling to them. Anyone hearing that howl would have experienced bone freezing terror. Fenrir was distinctive in his voice as he was his eyes which were still blue but much more bestial in it's shape.

He waited a moment the echo of his call fading away. The missing responded with howls of their own and the rest of the pack joined it voicing a loud earsplitting cry like a hundred banshees. One by one the pack members joined him and he began to set them to task scenting the wind and the ground for prey.

Something missing something missing something not here

He shook his head annoyed and confused. Near the end of the clearing towards the town he came across Angus's scent. He snarled at it but backed away. He alone couldn't take down the were tiger, that would require everyone in the pack. A howl sent him and the rest of his comrades racing into the woods. Fenrir reveled in the rush of wind through his fur as he streaked through the forest dodging the obstacles.

As they came up to a ravine Fenrir split them up and they began circling an area close to a lake. An odd group of animals huddled together to drink while looking nervously around. They were called Alicorns and could almost be mistaken for unicorns. They weren't as graceful though. They were about the size of a cow with heads shaped like a deers a single horn rising up from their forehead. It didn't contain magic like the unicorn did but it was used for many medicines made by those who were alchemists. They had the markings of a fawn with light brown fur and large doe like eyes that shifted around.

A loud noise startled them into flight and Fenrir with a short group of his pack mates chased after them running them into some of his people hidden in the woods. Within a few moments it was all over. The Werewolves leaped on them burying sharp teeth into their throats. Ripping open soft bellies with wicked claws in order to spill their guts onto the forest floor.

Fenrir himself administered the killing bite to their throats. They managed to kill two Alicorns and wound two more who limped into the forests with bleats of pain and fear.

Because he was the alpha male Fenrir got to eat first. He eagerly tore into the steaming flesh burring his muzzle into the soft wet cavity seeking the heart. Once he had pulled that organ out and devoured it he hurriedly dug back into the animal for it's liver. The other werewolves had started to eat as well and for the moment there was only the sound of ripping flesh and breaking bone. Yelps and sounds of a feeding filled the air.

Something missing something missing something not here

Fenrir growled and pulled away from his meal shaking his head again annoyed. He began moving around the feasting group sniffing and occasionally licking someone pleased with the kill. A fight broke out between two males in his group and he allowed them to claw and rip at each other while they howled and snarled in anger.

One came out the winner and Fenrir acknowledged his change in status with a rough bump. Then a scream of pain and terror broke out and sent him running into the trees close by. What he saw stopped him dead in his treks.

A large creature with a bald head and wicked red eyes held one of his female in it's clawed hands. It's fangs were buried in her throat and there was no doubt she was dead as she had converted back into the slightly plumb woman she had been.

Anger wild and savage filled Fenrir as he realized they had been stalked by one of the undead. For the moment it didn't look human but he knew that they changed into large bat like creatures at will. There was no scent because they were undead so they carried the smell of neither the living or the dead. Vampire venom could be deadly to both shape shifters and humans and in this case it had been but even if it hadn't the woman had been drained of too much blood to survive.

Even as he and the outraged members of his pack surged forward to tackle the creature it dropped it's prey and leaped into the sky it's wings flapping with sound like a book being opened and shut repeatedly and took off towards the castle in the distance.

More cries and growls filled the air as several more came down attack them. Most of the undead actually had no liking for the blood of shape shifter but Fenrir had made it a personal war by attacking and killing them when he could.

He leaped up and managed to grab one by the wing and drag it down. It screeched a high pitch cry that ended when Fenrir tore it's throat out. It began to rot within a few moments. The older they were the faster they crumbled away to dust.

One of his females was picked up and flown high into the sky and then dropped. There was a sickening sound of snapping bones and she moaned trying to get up but unable too. Much to his frustration the undead were much more coordinated then he and his people were. The undead also had the advantage of being able to soar out of reach.

Despite this several of his people banded together around the remaining females and kept the undead at bay until they finally gave up and flew off.

Whining drew Fenrir attention back to the pack member he'd just lost. Her mate was running around her, sniffing her, bumping her, even licking her doing every thing he could to rouse her. Finally he accepted she was dead and threw back his head to howl in pain and anger. The rest of the werewolves joined him.