A Day in the Life of a Werewolf

Calla loped through the woods and growled softly. Raven padded up behind her, muzzle raised. Snow flecked their pelts as they ran through the woods. Calla slowed steadily and sneaked towards the strong, delicious, smell of blood. She howled and leaped onto a wounded deer and sank her razor sharp teeth into its neck. Raven barked, "Nice one!" She helped her friend pick up the buck and carry it back to the to the dens. Ash and Seth grinned broadly and howled, "FOOD!" They ravenously yanked the deer from the two females and started tearing into it. Raven and Calla growled and shoved them away, eating from their catch; then letting Calla's brothers eat some.

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Timber and Flint sat curled up in their den as the snow poured from the pale white sky. Flint licked her muzzle and walked from the den and barked, "I'm going in the house to see the kids." His muscles contorted and stretched, his snout shrunk into his face, his fur disappeared, and his tail shrunk, then he was human. He pulled his jacket over his head and trudged through the snow to a red brick house. He pushed open the door and shook the snow from his hair and called, "Drake, Moon! Get down here please!" Two sets of feet thundered down the stairs and a boy with black ahir and a girl with blonde hair were staring at their father. "Yes?" Moon asked, annoyed. Flint huffed angrily, "I told you both to take a patrol, and you were just sitting here! Go get Echo and patrol, NOW!" Flint growled at his kids and watched them out the door.