Thread: Claimed by the Pack (Atroxa &  AvalonsGuardian)

The woods stretched onwards in all directions from Lorelle, where she now found herself. It was quiet, once the noise from her impact had faded, aside from the frantic running of her horse audible in the distance, growing fainter as the spooked animal continued her escape, boundless reserves of energy ensuring that the horse had no reason to slow down or stop, hardly seeming to care that its rider was gone. Once she had righted herself, or at least taken the time to look around, it became painfully evident that night was falling. Of course, this deep into the woods, it was never that bright, particularly with the trees flourishing in spring, foliage blocking out much of the sunlight, though it wasn't thick enough all the way through to keep any light from shining through, but now, with daylight edging away, it would only get harder for her to see anything, or find her way back. Come morning, perhaps the trail her horse beat might be followed back, as long as no rain covered the tracks, but doing so with no light was foolish, at best. As the moments stretched on, the oppressive silence proved itself a misconception. With little to hear in the immediate vicinity, the young woman's ears would be able to pick up some of the fainter noises of wildlife throughout the forest. Birds, not singing this late at night, but chirping occasionally as if chatting casually, a light breeze brushing leaves against each other, and even, faintly audible, a howl in the distance, some wolf heralding the coming of night. Whether this was a comfort to the girl or set her more on edge was up to her fortitude, though hardly anyone could stand brave in the face of such a strange location, so far from home. Of course, to say she was entirely alone would be false, as she had attracted the attention of some of the more alert inhabitants of the forest. To call them wildlife would be perhaps doing them an injustice, though for better or worse the forest was truly their home. No, these were no simple beasts, at least not so far from the full moon, but one would be forgiven for thinking otherwise to look at them. There were two, close at hand, keeping an eye on the poor, lost farmgirl. She didn't seem much a threat, seeming to be unarmed, having just been rather rudely thrown from her horse, and more lost than anything else, but a lack of caution had never done the pack any good. In some ways, the girl was lucky to find them in a more controlled state of mind, though the comely young girl's disheveled appearance and ample curves were enough to set at least a part of their minds, and a certain part of their body, stirring with lust. On the other hand, the two weren't inclined to run directly at her, splitting up and circling around to either side, intending to trap her between them. Even as she was getting her bearings, or, just as likely, letting the full extent of her situation wash over her, a rustling in the underbrush gave her a mere moment of warning before a beast burst forth. Well, he didn't burst forth, exactly, more slipping slowly out into view, yellow eyes fixed onto the girl in the red cloak. He stood at least as tall as a man, albeit the tallest among them, though he was certainly not one, body covered in light gray fur, not exactly huge, but clearly possessing great strength despite his athletic build, broad shoulders and padded feet taking step after step towards her. He didn't advance entirely on her, though, stopping a little ways away. He didn't want to terrify the poor girl into doing something stupid, after all, knowing well enough how humans tended to respond to being cornered, and he seemed to be sizing her up, mostly as a threat, though his gaze lingered at her ample bust and curvy hips, a slight stirring evident beneath the loincloth he wore, a simple garment designed more for mild protection than modesty. Nearer the full moon, the werewolves became less inclined to bother even with that much, but in their right state of mind, some protection, beyond even the fur, was conceded as worthwhile. His presence was only partial intimidation, though, the rest of intended to distract her as another beast, possessed of darker fur and brown eyes, crept up behind her, ready in case she attempted to turn and flee. She was on the pack's territory now, and there would be a reckoning, first answers, and then, well, they would do as they pleased with this trespasser. Given her young, attractive state, the two possessed a few ideas, but it wasn't entirely up to them. The rest of the pack would need to weigh in as well.