Thread: *Bez Soznaniya Krasa* Mistik Refuge (BurningWillows & Georgie_Leech)

Katerina made it past the first tree when she slipped, falling into the dirt. This part hurt the Change. She crawled forward until she was hidden in the brush, and with shaking fingers she pulled her clothes off, stuffing them beside a tree. The minute she stripped the last of her clothing up her body contorted, and she bit back a scream as her bones began to painfully break and rearrange themselves before healing. She was on her knees and hands, heaving breaths as white hairs grew out of her skin till her entire body became covered in the thick, rough fur. A cold sweat begin to cover her brow as the pain got worse, every break and tear feeling like a dull dagger twisting inside her. She knew the pain wasn't permanent but with every convulsion those thoughts got shoved farther and farther into the recesses of her mind. It was replaced by the internal howl of a wolf. She wasn't sure how long she was unconscious, but when she woke she was still lying in the spot she had Changed, the ground under her cool and mossy. She stretched her legs, rolling her shoulders as her paws felt a mossy patch. In wolf form her fur looked more white than blonde, and her eyes shone an even brighter gold, lighting up against her pale fur. She got up and pranced around a few steps, soaking in the bliss of the woods. She hadn't been in a forest in weeks, and she felt the long ache to run. As the thought came to her muscles contracted, ready to push her into a sprint. She released her muscles and shot forward, letting the trees whip past her as she zipped through the underbrush. Her euphoria couldn't be contained and she let out a chirp as she ran, scaring a flock of birds from a nearby tree. She circled back and chased them for a few minutes, then caught the scent of a rabbit and turned to chase that. The rabbit led her back towards the refuge, and as she stepped back into the clearing her thoughts cleared. Mor. I came to find Dr. Mor. She tore off, unabashed as she ambled through the freshly mowed grass towards the dirt trail she had seen the group follow. She continued her sprint up and along the trail, pausing here or there to sniff the ground. Her feet carried her effortlessly, pounding on the compressed dirt beneath her, sending the vibrations up through her body. This was who she was a wolf. She had been born a wolf, and raised a wolf. Her human body was a gift, but if she had to choose she would never give up the wolf in her. A sudden laugh stopped her short and she dove into the bush, flattening herself so she was concealed. The laugh picked up and died again, and her ears swiveled in its direction, farther along the path. Slowly, keeping to the bush, she crept forward until the babbling and rushing sound of a waterfall caught her attention. Ahead of her the bush ended abruptly, but the group was farther off, chatting near the waterfall. Do I risk it? There had to be wolves near Toronto. And if there were, would any of Mor's group care that one was creeping up on them? No...they'd probably whip out there cameras to take photos. She didn't know if the wolves in Canada were as large as the ones in Russia, but being female she was smaller than the average male Eurasian wolf, so she gambled they wouldn't noticed and stepped out. Right into the view of a tourist. And then the screaming started.