Snippet #1917445

Paul heard her bark at him as he walked away to grab his back pack. After having the strap in his mouth, he turned back towards where she had been. He followed her scent as he had lost visual sight of her, hoping he could find her before the scent disappeared. Paul caught up to the unknown female werewolf quickly, what was this place, what was it about Blackwood that made it draw the supernatural there. He was curious and he hoped that she could and swear some questions he had. He felt his stomach growling at him in hunger. If worse came to worse Paul knew how to hunt in his wolf form, though he enjoyed the taste less in his wolf form. Who was she? He carried his bag behind a tree, and against his better judgement, shifted back to his human form. He checked his mud soaked bag and to his own pleasure only the outside of the bag was muddy, everything else was simply wet. Two intact shirts, shorts and one pair of sandals and one sweatshirt. Everything else was granola bars and bottled water. To a passerby he'd look like a hiker. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a shirt, he called from behind the tree, "I didn't know anyone was here. I had to run and this place gave me a better chance to survive than exposing my secret in the town. I'm Paul, Paul Marras."