Staggering, running throught the pitch-dark forest I felt the cold wind rushing over my body. How fast was I going? I hadn't felt this fast in a good while. I must have been going faster than my normal 40 when this happens. I'm not gonna lie, I'm not very fast. Most of the others in my pack are faster than me. But I am the strongest female...of course there are only two. Roxy and I. But anyway, I am tough. Tougher than most in this pack. The alpha we refer to as Dominic is surprised at my deal of strength, being a female and all. I am often praised for my great mind. The pack sometimes refers to me as "the thinker". I adore my place here. These people understand me. They are like me. I am DarkHeart. And I am a werewolf.
Right now I am going into my mbwa mwitu state and need to get to my pack. They are back at our house we have established and I am hoping that MoonPaw has made something for us. He is such a great cook. His steaks are always so warm and tender and...what am I doing? I have to keep going. This is the first time I have transformed in a long time. I am trying my best to fight it off under this luminous full moon. Aaargghhhh! The pain is coming! Must...get back...to...house...Too late.
I am yelping and shaking as the creamy gray fur, manyoya devours my human flesh. My clothing makes a crash on the fallen leaves. My muzzle becomes that of a canine and my teeth grow to fangs. My head is now wolfen as the rest of my Bones take shape. I drop down on all fours and my ears grow from my head. My feet and hands shift to paws and then my tail sprouts. Good luck getting in the door now Darky. No thumbs to twist the knob with. Oh well, they should open the door when I call to them. I can come get these clothes in the morning.