I sat by the base of an old tree. Its low dipping branches hid most of my hunched figure. My wolf tail flicking anxiously as my hands shook. Blood dripping from my temple and to the side of my face as I clutched my bleeding side. Just then I hear footsteps crunching in the gravel and I see you there. My teeth bare slightly in a silent warning followed by a low growl
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