Running Erands
Parking the rental at the edge of the preserve Thérèse slid out of the car and breathed deep. God yes, it had only been 48 hours since she last ran as a wolf, with her pack, but she'd missed it. Some how the plane ride had made it seem -much- longer than that. Possibly, she should have run on pack ground her first time in Nachton, but the idea didn't appeal to her. She didn't know any one yet and wished to avoid misunderstandings, at least tonight.
Without even a pretense of modesty, she shed her cloths, walked to the forest's edge and embraced her other self. She gloried in the pain came sheer freedom such that others could only dream of.
Shaking out her fur she immediately put her nose to the ground, yes there were other wolves here but the scent wasn't fresh. There was game too, but with other wolves around the game would be wary. That wouldn't stop her, she was alone and too small to take down something large but there would be something.
Once she got the hunt out of her system she could worry about that errand she had to run. She had to do it soon though, but she had some time to enjoy herself. Moving at a slow almost lazy trot Thérèse skirted around the edge of the preserve, learning what was there.
(OOC.. yes she does have something she needs to do but it is open)
Scurrying down from the tree, the ancient little stoat decided to take a closer look at this fierce predator. This should be fun. She liked having fun.
Bouncing up so that her head could be seen above the lush grass, the white coated animal chittered and then took off for the woods.
Let the hunt begin!
No one followed her; was she really alone? Recent activity here had caused them to be careful. Amir found them in threes and fours, sometimes in pairs, almost never single.
He waited for her to pass and then slunk out from his hiding spot, following in the wake of her passage. For now, he was just tracking.
She didn't follow directly, no that wouldn't do. She circled around a bit, moving slowly, making sure her scent didn't reach her prey. Once out of the grasses and into the woods had to be careful of the brush, not to make too much noise. Impatient, feeling restless from her long trip and even longer day Thérèse rushed in and pounced, paws and jaws both snapping aimed at the smallish rodent.
Ah, impatience would be this wolf's undoing. Mai was surprised by the quick choice to pounce but wolves were not used to hunting solo, even the more human ones. Perhaps that was the problem.
Mai waited until she could almost feel the canine's breath on her fur and then she sprang straight up. Twisting her long body in the air, She landed neatly on the wolf's back and clamped down on the fur with her teeth and tiny claws.
She knew this would be fun. Mai just hoped the hunter behind her did not spoil her ride.
Amir blinked.
He wasn't sure whether to close in and make a quick easy kill or find a video camera, capitalize on this moment by sending it into one of those cheesy funny video shows, and then kill the wolf.
The laugh started low and worked its way softly out; jackals didn't bark like normal canines; instead they alternated between something like a scream and a strange chuckling laugh. The latter emerged forth now, betraying Amir, who wasn't particularly worried.
He could always kill the wolf after the show was over.
The damned thing must have rabies, this couldn't be good. Her first day in a new city and she'd been bitten by a rabid rodent. First her luggage and now this.
An odd sound suddenly became more important than the stoat. It was annoying but she was considerably bigger than it was. Serious effort would be required for it to injure her. The laugh, that didn't belong here.
Scrambling back to her feet she spun to face the sound, immediately defensive. She bristled, lowered her head and growled in the general direction of the laugh. She could smell something too, it was a scent she knew. Jackal. But they didn't belong here.
Still she and the pack had dealt with them before. One on one Thérèse could probably manage, or at least chase it off. After all the Golden Jackals she was used to dealing with were considerably smaller than a wolf and tended avoid areas where wolves were present. Which made it all the more unusual that it was here, where there was wolf scent in abundance. So while this should be easy, she didn't let her guard down.
There she stopped and sat down next to the growling wolf to consider the newcomer. She was glad that he had not interfered with her entertainment and for that he was due some courtesy. Pulling herself up tall, she waited to see what he wanted.
He recognized the form on the ground though, and it was that which drew him up in confusion. There could hardly be that many stoats running around Nachton. About as many as there were jackals, he imagined. Confused, Amir glanced from the small shapeshifted vampire to the wolf. The fur along the back of his neck rose at the wolf's proximity and while he knew it was entirely unnecessary Amir edged carefully along so he crouched between the stoat and the wolf.
Why did Elder Mai not attack the wolf? She was right here, an easy target, a lone wolf with no signs of Pack nearby. Amir could hardly do so himself when the Elder was here and hadn't moved. He stayed frozen, watching the wolf, darting glances at his Elder as if hoping for explanation or direction. Perhaps she had some other motive for leaving this wolf alone. He wasn't about to step on her toes.
Hackles raised ears pinned to her head and her head still lowered she trotted at him in a fearless non-nonsense pace guarding was was now her territory. He could have it back when she was through. She increased her pace, barked at him, snapped her jaws at him. She wasn't hunting him, just driving him off.
Her snack though, it hadn't fled. Not when she'd finally dislodged it, and not now. Too many things were not adding up tonight. Rabid rodents, ones that didn't scurry off, jackals in places they shouldn't exist, trouble was not far away, she knew it and her without back up.
With an inward sigh at the end of her night's entertainment, Mai quietly slid back into her normal form. To her it was effortless. She had heard, and seen for herself, that this was not true for those creatures called werewolves by the English. She tried to remember back to her beginnings, was it always so easy or was there a time when it caused her trouble? The answer was lost to her but she remembered Thaddeus and his difficulty like it was yesterday. Then it was true that she too must have once found such a shift disorienting.
Standing, the slight vampire to a step towards the two canines. With her hands folded neatly in front of her, Mai tilted her chin up, looking at neither, but watching both.
"That will be enough."
Amir's response was immediate. He didn't show respect or obeisance to many but Mai was one of them. Amir was a member of a small group of vampires who worked under the radar, as it were, but they all belonged to the Hunt, of which Elder Mai was Mistress. He could no more disobey her than survive without blood.
He sidestepped the werewolf and halted at Mai's feet, still crouched in case it was necessary to defend himself. He rankled at the idea but if Mai wanted this wolf alive it would stay alive. Why, he didn't know. It wasn't his place to demand explanations of his Elder.
The voice was where she'd left the stoat. That damned little rodent that didn't behave at all like a rodent. Vampire. There was no other explanation. The jackal too she quickly decided and was suddenly very aware she was out here on her own, with no back up at all. They hadn't attacked though, well the one had but it barely counted. It retrospect was more like she had been playing.
Thérèse angled herself so she was able to watch both of these monsters but also so she could beat a hasty retreat into the forest. She was going to have to count on being able to out run them or at least elude them. She certainly was -not- going to be shifting back to have a conversation with either of them. It was proving foolish to come out alone, she wasn't about to make the mistake of being totally vulnerable as she shifted back.
Why she didn't just run was beyond her. That would have been the smart thing to do and she was fully prepared to do it, just not quite yet.
"There will be no more hunting today. You are safe for now, young one."
She did not expect the werewolf to change back into her human form; it would have been unwise for the woman to do such a thing and Mai was gratified to see the girl had that much sense. Still, she was bold, or foolish not to run once it was obvious that she was in the presence of not one, but two, vampires.
"You were very brave. I thank you for the entertainment."
Focusing her attention on the jackal, Mai watched him and waited.
As Mai finished speaking she turned and waited patiently for Amir, who growled to himself. He didn't want the wolf to see him as he was. Not that it mattered anymore; Xephier had seen both of his shapes by now and had probably managed to convey that information to his Pack in spite of Amir's Commands.
With a sigh Amir relented. It went against his wishes and his better judgment but even an unspoken order from Mai was an order. He willed himself back into human form, the transition every bit as smoothly accomplished as Mai's had been, but he remained crouched low, dark glittering eyes fixed on the wolf for several long seconds before turning them to Mai.
"Good evening, Elder."
Thérèse forced a sneeze and shook her head, she was -not- being entertaining and did nothing for her or her kind.
When the other one shifted back, she snapped at the air in front of her hating the way he held her eyes almost demanding he break eye contact. She was not subservient to him, he was not her alpha. Or maybe she just didn't like that he also could shift into a canine predator, perhaps both. She didn't know and wasn't about to reason it out.
Not entirely trusting the promise of safety, not when out numbered Thérèse loped off a few paces, well out of arms reach of either, but she stopped easily visible, still in easy hearing distance and waited. Maybe she could learn something, she was also curious about the one. The woman hadn't been out right hostile. How could that be?
"Konbanwa, Amir-san. It is good to see you again."
Light girlish laughter filled the stillness of the night as the wolf trotted away from her and her clan mate. Turning back to Amir, Mai spoke conversationally for the benefit of both.
"Its seems the ookami no longer wishes to play with us now that she knows what we are. That is a shame but understandable."
Reaching down, she touched Amir's shoulder and for once her white eyes were focused on another's. She wished for there to be no misunderstanding her intentions concerning the were.
"Leave her be. The wolf is free to go."
A shame? Amir glanced once more at the wolf as his usual mask settled over his face and he regarded her neutrally in spite of his feelings. He disagreed. The only shame was in not having slaughtered the wolf where she stood, setting her free to go make dozens more wolves instead.
Amir was too well-trained to voice that particular disagreement to Mai. Had he really believed it was a matter of life and death he wouldn't have hesitated to give her his thoughts but this was hardly that sort of situation. When she looked at him he met her eyes and nodded once, rising to his feet steadily.
Turning to the wolf he gestured sharply with his hand, indicating he would perform no further action against her. "Salam," he said darkly, not caring if she understood the term or not.
Looking at them the both appeared so harmless, if Thérèse had walked by either of them on the street tonight she might not have looked twice at either of them. And that was a rather unsettling realization. She was going to have to be considerably more alert if she were to keep hunting on her own.
There were other things she had to do tonight and that compulsion pulled at her. But as there was no time frame given to her aside from 'as soon as possible after your arrival' she was able to dance away from it a little bit. She faded further back into the shadows her coat blending more and more into the shadows. They would probably know she was still there, but she settled down to watch any how. Thérèse had a gift for spotting her opponents weaknesses and if they were going to let her study them, she was going to take full advantage of it.
((OOC... and yes that is Thérèse practicing her Darwinian Insight. She's not about to go after either of them tonight. but she's got a good memory ))
Tilting her head down as though listening to something, Mai found what she was looking for. Though they were a stretch from the animal she was most familiar with, she could still make herself understood. Therefore, she kindly told the family of skunk nearby that there was a large predator near their home. That should give the wolf something to keep her busy for a while or if she wished to remain unscented then it was a good reason to move along.
Smiling up at Amir, she said.
"Come, let us go home. We have much to discuss."
Wrapping her arm in his, she led him to where she had left her clothes. Thaddeus had at last convinced her that such things were helpful to retrieve. She did admit that the humans seemed to agree with him.
((OOC: tsk tsk, eavesdropping is not very nice. ))
He looked down at Mai when she spoke again and took his arm. With one more nod and a slight bow he said, "Hai."
As they headed back out toward the front of the preserve to gather their clothing Amir was careful not to glance back. He wanted to, but if he did it would be the precursor to pulling away and finishing what he'd begun.
((ooc: Amir and Mai out, with permission))