lycanking:

                        deep, guttural growl serves as a prompt warning.   the hunters that plague the area have proven to be a nuisance, threatening all that linger in the area.   unfortunate enough for them, they had been so blind in their pursuit of the lone wolf that realization hadn’t set in. the town they had so conveniently stumbled upon harbored a local legend.   heavy paws pad against the earth, carrying body through the forest in record time.   their guns and traps are detrimental, but just as they surround the wounded woman, jaws sink deep into yielding throat. blood splatters against light fur and guns sound off in response.

_{natural instinct would tell the hunters to flee the scene, but arrogance keeps them in the presence of the two.   even as their comrade bleeds out in a pile of leaves, they fire at the beast that has just appeared before them.   bullets collide with flesh, igniting a yelp of response, but attention has been diverted from her.   he only hopes she uses the time to free herself of the bear trap that has bound her to the ground.}

        she should of smelled him coming, or even the fact that she wandered within range of another of her kind. but her senses had been trained elsewhere, her focus on getting out alive. nonetheless, his presence is a blessing, and she uses that to her advantage. hands grip at the sides of the bear trap and she pulls hard, slowly prying them apart to grant herself freedom. 

        a low growl rumbles in her throat as she stands, wavering slightly upon her injured leg. it’s then does she feel that burn rushing through out her veins that has her curling into herself, hands grasping at the earth as her body begins to change. and suddenly, there’s no longer a woman standing there, but a black wolf that had just a bit of white upon her chest. there’s a moment of hesitation as she stares at the remaining men in front of her. it’s either kill or be killed — at least that’s what the options are in this case. but instead of deciding upon the obvious, she decides that it’s not worth it to fight. 

        paws dig into the dirt as she bolts towards one of them, biting their leg as she passed that tears deep and leaves them with a choice of their own. get help and live, or bled out. their choice should be obvious, but she doesn’t take that chance and she keeps running until her injured leg becomes too painful.