When In The Woods

Toby still wasn't used to this forest. He should be, really, it had been months. It wasn't that Toby didn't like these woods. He loved them, actually. The forest felt alive, more alive than a collection of flora had any right to be. One couldn't go far within the forest before running into some new plant or animal one hadn't previously met. It was a nice place to explore, the Gryffindor had found, when he needed a break from the castle. It wasn't that he didn't love Hogwarts, he was extraordinarily glad to be back, but Toby had always preferred the open air.

Today Toby wasn't in the forest for a run, however. No, tonight was the full moon. The teenager had headed into the foliage hours ago, slowly wandering deeper and deeper into the trees. Having found a small clearing, Toby had stripped off his shirt and deposited it safely high in a tree along with his bag. The transformation would destroy his trousers, but it was far too cold to wander around fully undressed, even with warming charms.

Settling comfortably into the grass, Toby waited for the moon and his imminent transformation.

Tristan was leaving her pack in the hands of her best friend Blake while she went to hunt. She loved hunting when she was in wolf form. Unlike most wolves, she could control herself since she was the Princess of the Lycanthes, she could do alot of things other wolves couldnt.

When the full moon shone above her, the transormation took place. She screamed out in pain for a few minutes before she became a beautiful and majestic wolf. its been 5 years since her first tranformation and she still wasnt used to the process.

She ran into the woods and saw something that was out of place. A bag and a tshirt. Someone was here. She growled and sniffed the air. She found them. She ran to them and growled softly

Toby's ears perked as he heard another wolf running in his direction. The other creature stopped only meters from him, and released a soft growl. Toby felt his hackles raise, and he growled back on instinct. It wasn't a vicious growl, one that would speak of violence and pain, but instead one ripped from his throat completely on instinct. This growl spoke of irritation and a wish for solitude.

Toby had spent every moon alone, since being kicked out of his pack almost two years ago. The werewolf certainly wasn't ready for a new pack, still mourning the one he had lost. It wasn't as though he would trust an offer, anyway, even if a new pack deemed him welcome.

Tristan was not sure who this new wolf was. It was not a member of her pack. That was for sure. She stepped closer and had an aura of superiority and control that practically glowed around her.

She approached the wolf and sniffed him slwoly, trying to figure out if he was a threat. She deemed him not to be and barked softly, showing her approval of him.

She lied beside him and looked at him, her golden eyes shining in the moon light. She nestled into the ground and rested her head on her paws, waiting for him to make a move.

Toby found himself relaxingly slightly at the soft bark from the other wolf. The werewolf wasn't afraid to get into a fight with the other creature, but that didn't mean he had wanted to. Toby had never been the type to go looking for a fight. If a fight came to him, he'd jump in without a moment's hesitation, but he didn't enjoy doing so like some of his housemates.

The other wolf appeared to have settled, and was peering over at him. Now free to do what he wished instead of worrying about the other creature, the male wolf leapt towards the trees and began to run in circles around the clearing.

Tristan barked in laughter as the young wolf ran in circles. It was rather adorable. Her golden eyes followed him and she was trying to fight the urge to run with him. But she failed. Before she knew it, she was on her paws running around with him.

She barked happily and saw a butterfly flying around them. She growled and tryied to catch it in her mouth.

It reminded her of when she was a young pup. She laughed and kept chasing the flying insect and turned to the boy. She gave him a wolf smile and tackled him playfully and licked his face

Toby allowed himself to be tackled, wolf aware that the other creature was not a threat nor trying to attack him. Shaking his fur after the female's soft tongue met his face, the werewolf rolled back onto his paws.

Growling softly, the wolf leapt towards the newcomer and snapped playfully. Jumping back less than a second later, the male took off once more, wolf excited to be running freely for the first time since the last moon. Skidding to a halt in the center of the clearing a few short minutes later, the wolf tilted his head back and looked up toward the starry sky. Unable to help himself, the wolf lifted his head even further, and howled.

Tristan followed the boy as he ran around. She nipped at his heels and barked in pure amusement and child like joy. She hadn’t done this in forever. Lately her life was about training to become the Queen of her pack. She never got to just have fun. And this, well this was fun.

She skidded to a halt and run into him when he abruptly stopped. When he howled she joined in. Their howls were in perfect harmony and they sounded like they were made to sound together. She pounced on him and growled playfully, wanting to play some more. She ran around the clearing and stopped every once in a while to see if he wa following her before running again.

Toby much preferred to be alone, during the full moon, ever since he'd been exiled from the only group of wolves he had ever accepted as Pack. Toby wasn't in charge though, not anymore The wolf was in control now, and the wolf was a slave to his own instincts.

His howl ending abruptly as the other wolf pounced on him, the wolf that was and yet was not Toby Cooper growled back. Chasing playfully after the female wolf, he spent the next few minutes running around happily in the presence of another. Freezing abruptly a short time later, the wolf's nose twitched, smelling something else beyond the trees. Recognizing the unmistakable scent of deer, the male wolf looked over to see if his companion had also recognized that there was prey in close proximity.

Tristan halted to a stop as a wonderful scent blew past her thanks to the powerful wind. She smiled and looked at the boy who was looking at her. He had noticed it to. She smiled and began to run after the deer that she smelled. She knew he would be right behind her. She stopped when she saw it. A big male deer.
 

She crouched down low and waited for her opportunity. She was also waiting for the male wolf to arrive. She  looked behind and saw he was pretty much right behind her. She was unsure how he shared when it came to hunting. But she would find out.