Fight and Flight
"There you are," said a husky voice, with somewhat of a Southern drawl, as eleven were wolves padded out of the forest. They were far larger than ordinary, generic wolves. Most were the size of bears, with the largest only being significantly larger than the rest. Their tails were tufted, their snouts a bit more stunted and flatter than a mundane wolf, and possessing human hands, only a lot beefier. Clearly able to walk bipedally or quadrupedly at a whim. "You thought you could murder my boy and get away with it?"
"I -- I didn't --"
you didn't!" the largest werewolf said.
He was obviously the alpha, Cloak, observed. But he was noticing Shanker's reactions. And he immediately recognized the similarities . . .
"I didn't mean
t-to do it, I d-didn't want
to d-do it --"
"Oh, and that makes it alright then? You didn't mean
to?!" the alpha said. Cloak could understand where the alpha was coming from, but something about him was rubbing the Realm Walker the wrong way. "You killed
my favorite boy --"
It was at this point Cloak thought he could detect some expressions of resentment on the faces of some of the other, smaller ten werewolves. He thought he could deduce why.
"I just wanted to escape! I'm sorry -- I j-just c-couldn't do it anym-more." Shanker said.
"I didn't come here to hear you whine!!" the alpha roared. "That was your place
, leech! You should have been grateful
to be our chew toy every full moon. To be our practice dummy against legitimate
threats, against competent
Shanker stammered, but this is when Cloak thought he had ascertained enough information to intercede on Shanker's behalf. "His place
, you say? What gives you
the right to make that determination?"
"That's none of your business, stranger," the alpha growled. Cloak wasn't intimidated. He had faced a lot of things scarier than an alpha werewolf. His mother, for instance. "Stay out of it
The last four words were clearly intended as a threat. Cloak almost laughed derisively.
"You mess with a RAFian, and it becomes
the business of other RAFians." Cloak said, keeping his cool.
"If you don't, stranger," he growled, "then you will die as well."
This time Cloak did
laugh, finding the last six words hilariously ignorant.
"DON'T YOU LAUGH A ME!!" he roared.
This was enough to cause Shanker to abandon all pretense and flee his abusers. He transfigured himself into a bat as he did. Cloak did not feel abandoned. Quite the contrary, he thought he knew the emotions Shanker was experiencing was probably very similar, if not identical, to how he felt when he desperately fled his mother's custody.
"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!!" he roared to his pack.
But the trees had inexplicably closed in tight around them, and whenever there were gaps, they were inexorably filled with earth.
"I'm sorry, but no." Cloak said.
"You would be trapped in here with us?" he snorted. It was amazing that this full moon had not been obscured by a single cloud yet. But, then again, it was a cloudless night.
"No. I'm not trapped in here with you
," Cloak said, with a sly smile, behaving a bit too much like Ryan Haywood. "You're
trapped in here with me