Hunting

Stephen ran through the forest, his eyes darting around him. His nose twirching as he followed the trail of some animal. As he picked up his pace, he saw a herd of deer ahead. Normally he would have found it odd that there would be a herd of deer in such a dangerous place, but right now he just wanted to eat. Swerving to teh right, he hid behind a line of thick bushes. Peering through, he prepared to pounce.

((he's a werewolf right now if you hadn't already guessed...))

Hearing a voice, he shoo his head. He brought the human part of him out more so he could speak, though his voice was a bit deeper then usual. 'Well, not really, but what else is there that's etter.' After a pause he said, 'Besides people of course, but I'm not sure the school would approve of that.'

Stephen's hunger was almost unbearable. But with someone watching him, he felt strange. Sighing, he turned human, and walked over. Though he kept enough wolf in him that his usual shyness was kept at bey.
'So what brings you out here? Talking to a werewolf?'

'You're leaving?' Shrugging he thought. Oh well. I guess I can go back to hunting. 'Bye.' he said,, and turned to face the herd of deer, but they were gone.' Sighing, he took got ready to go looking for them, when a small noise made him look around.
Someone else was coming.

Stephen turned to face the werewolf, debating whether or not to change form. He decided that he would just ask. It didn't seem to dangerous.
'Are you here to hunt the forest animals? Or hunt us?'