Chapter 21: Running Wild

The Backwoods, Unknown Shack, Kandid, Iowa.....

High on the thrill of the full moon beaming down upon the deep woods, The enormous brown werewolf rushed about snapping twigs and sinking it's forepaws into the slick, thin grade, dark brown mud as it began to pick up speed with it's lengthy tongue sticking out if it's snout, the black nose that lead the charge slick via saliva and flaring in the wake of the onset of new and clearer scents rushing past it as it moved. The stench of decay, wild deer, garbage piles, and wet mud were all wonderous experiences that flooded his senses as the excitement got the better of the man whom had been given to his wild nature. The sensation of the cooling night air swept past the short fur of he brown fiend as he panted and licked at the open air navagating via sound and scent despite having keen eyes fixated on the chosen yet uncharted path before it. The rapid beating of it's heart seemed to reach it's own alert and angled ears as it continued it's run reveling in the newfound freedom of being released from the confines of it's fleshy prison after being dormant for months on end.

A low growled rumbled from the enormous beast's throat as the werewolf known formerly as Brick Kenneally found himself with his sights set on it's latest round of prey. A stroke of luck or rather instinctual hunting skills had lead the fiend to the scent of an extraordinarily large bull elk whom had been grazing in the wilderness. The thrill of the chase had been exhilarating as the brown fiend leapt from fallen tree to fallen tree slashing and clawing the remainder of the standing ones' that were in it's path as it rushed after the bull elk whom had not taken too kindly to being hunted.

He continued to give chase increasingly excited by the spectacle of it all when he noted the collective scents of a few other wolves whom had been drawn to the spectacular scent of the large bull elk grazing amid the trees.

There was a large grey wolf, a white wolf, three smaller and thinner brown wolves, and two with black fur and a significant size difference between them, a ginger colored beast, and one golden looking she wolf that raced about with one of the smaller dark black fur colored wolves and all were as vicious and every bit as large and menacing as the larger brown wolf whom had recognized their various scents. They were members of his pack all shifted beneath the light of the full moon like himself and all poised to bring down the bull elk that unfortunately caught their collective attention.

The golden wolf seemed to be the most eager to catch the large creature but Brick had rushed over and ponced on the elk via a flat stone perch and brought it down only slightly before the large grey wolf and the white furred wolf accompanied him. Each of the present unseemly large wolves were in werewolf form and baring their collective fangs. The bull elk put up a bit of a fight even as Brick hung on to it via his claws and teeth along the thrashing creatures neck. The smaller werewolves nipped at the heels of the creature causing it to tumble from the added weight and fear.

It was an intoxicating experience as Brick could taste the crimson of the struggling creature's blood splash into the back of his throat as well as the softness of it's thick brown fur and supple flesh meat that only intensified the growling of his stomach as he shifted his weight and cleverly broke the neck of the brutal horned creature.

A series of eerie howls filled the night sky as the scent of blood and the sensation of victory lead to a bountiful feast as the lesser wolves awaited their turn when Brick managed to rip the carcass open and obtain the slow beating heart of the elk filled with fresh blood and seeping in slickness as he crushed it between his powerful jaws and ripped into the soft pinked flesh via his razor sharp teeth.

The howling commenced as Brick's still glowing eyes sought the full moon and the coolness of the night air in the wake of his latest kill. He devoured the remainder of the creature's heart and took off amid the trees leaving behind his pack to indulge in the remainder of the kill while he ran free feeling the coolness along his fur and the warmth of the blood that still lingered in his mouth as he searched the darkneed woods for the next kill.

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The Backwoods, Unknown Shack, Kandid, Iowa.....

The hours continued to pass, unbeknownst to Brick as he found himself rolling about in the cool mud and fallen leaves with his tongue dangling from his large snout and the swift breaths cooling his heated fur covered body. The warm glow of the moonlight was as welcoming as it had been when his transformation first began as he found himself lying on his back with his aroused cock in the air protruding from the thick patch of brown fur that lined his nether region and his arms high in the air as his tale whipped the ground like that of an excited dog.

The images of a young woman with haunting blue eyes and lovely dark brown hair had filled his weary mind and he began to come back to his senses just as the first lights of dawn began to appear over the horizon, The scent of morning dew and the feeling of it soaking into his exposed brown fur was welcome as it quelled the heat of his sudden onset of arousal and caused him to roll about amid the fallen leaves slick via the cool mud.

The painful controting of bones caused him to whimper as his body began to shift and change amid the base of the towering trees. The change had been as painful as it had been when it began due to the beast fighting tooth and claw to keep from being once more encaged inside of it's unwanted prison of flesh.

Shouting came from the whimpers and soon the claws retracted into the noticeable form of a man's fingers and hands. Brick grunted in the wake of the pain still feeling the lingering effect of arousal as the image of the young waitress once more distracted him from the agony of his body contorting amid the darkness of the deep forest. The thick brown fur that once covered his ailing form receded and shifted into a coat of smooth light colored flesh and his mortal body was ripped with muscles despite losing a bit of mass in the wake of the shift.

The coppery scent of blood lingered in Brick's mouth as he howled in his mortal voice due to the pain of returning to his previous nature. He gasped for breath and collapsed onto his back, weak from the detransformation and slick with sweat as a result of it.

His unkempt brown locks were wild and just as drenched in sweat as the rest of him.

The last thing he had recalled aside from the lovely images of the young waitress he had left behind in Temperance, South Dakota had been the young woman he left behind in the abandoned shack following their flirtatious hook up. Brick got to his feet, feeling disoriented as per the usual when reverting back to his mortal form after a full moon transformation, and began to make his way back toward the abandoned shack where he recalled leaving his cut and the bar, where he could have a much needed drink after such a trying ordeal.