Neil Gealach-Fola's Story

Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. "One…" Pause. "Two…" Pause. "Three…" Pause. The white haired man opened his right eye, keeping his left eye shut and looked around. It was one of his rare moments where he can actually get away from the pack. He was in his human form on the more northern side of his packs territory. Being in the north, it was slightly chilly and there was a light snow fall around the northern area he was in of the territory. He was in his circle, as he called it. A strange little place, north of where the pack camps, where there's a small opening of the trees that form a circle. It was sunny here, in this place, and he sat on the ground criss-cross and sitting up straight. This felt odd to him for some reason. He usually goes around in his wolf form, letting his instincts take over. Letting his wolf take over.

He closed his eyes once more. "You got this, Neil. Is féidir leat é seo a dhéanamh. You can do this." Neil said to himself then opened his eyes. Slowly and stiffly he stood up. He looked around, his dulls blue eyes reflecting against the sun making them have a beautiful glowing-looking effect. He then sat back down on the ground criss-cross and listen with his acute hearing to his pack in the distance as he closed his eyes. He heard the faintish sound of members of other packs, but couldn't quite tell what they were saying. He sat up straight, putting his arms straight as well as he sat his hands on his knees and listened to the peaceful sounds of the forest. Even an Alpha needs peace sometimes.

"Tweet tweet tweet!" Neil's eyes shot up to the sky from where the tweeting came from. He watched the bird, a small blue bird that looked like a blue cardinal. He watched it as it flew from one tree to the tree right across the circle of trees from it. "You should be happy I don't eat éin." He said as he watched the bird. The bid then flew down to the ground, Neil watching it the way a fat guy would watch a slice of cake on a plate as the person walked it across the room. The bird landed right in front of Neil, twitching it's head from one side to the other. Neil could just hear it tweeting. "Define éin." Neil sighed and looked down at the little bird. He sat straight up as he watched the little bird, he then closed his eyes. "Éin. It means birds." He then rolled his eyes, knowing the bird would ask in what language. "In Gaeilge. Irish. The language is Irish." The bird seemed to give a nod then fly away to the other regions of the forest.

Sighing, Neil arose. He would have gone back to where the pack was, but he didn't want them asking questions. So he decided to head to the hunting region of the forest and pick up some food before heading back to the pack. He shifted to his wolf. First the hair growing all over his body, a thick white coat of fur. Then his eyes close as the rest happens. His back bends over, causing him to get onto all fours. His legs and arms start to shift into the four legs and paws of a wolfs. The bones in the chest and ribs start to move and shift, his shirt and pants tearing off of his now dog-man looking body. His jaw starts in longing, his teeth start to sharpen, his nose starts to move out and stretch along with the top part of his skull. His ears move up slightly on his head and grow the white fur that was all over him now as they get taller and pointy. A tail grows on his behind, becoming fluffy and white. This all happens at the same time, oddly enough it only takes seconds. After the transformation, Neil stands there for a moment as he adjust to the feeling of his wolf. He stands there, slightly crunched over, his head bowed down. His eyes open into thin narrow slits allowing him to see without opening his eyes all the way. His head then shoots up as his eyes widen revealing his wolfs eyes, a dull blue crystal with in-widened pupils. He then uses his powerful legs and runs to the hunting grounds, his thought's going about hims.

Neil slowed his speed as he grew nearer to the hunting grounds. He came to a slow stalk as he sensed the presence of an other. He carefully stepped over larger sticks and leaves, occasionally stepping on a few twigs and small leaves making a slight crackling and pop sound. He walked with his head up and his ears erect, twitching this way and that towards the cracks and sounds of other animals in the place. His tail dragged behind him and his furs rustled in the slight breeze. Once Neil got to the hunting grounds, he took a quick skim of the area through narrow eyes.

What's this? He thought as he saw a an elk or deer carcass. Going against his better judgement, Neil, after taking a quick stop at the edge of the gathering trees of the forest, trotted right up to the carcass. Narrowing his eyes at the poor, dead thing. He slowed as he closed in on it, his legs binding slightly as his head bowed towards the ground and he smelled around trying to pick up the sent of what ever killed it.

His eyes narrowed as he picked up the sent, finding it awfully familiar. Neil lifted his head then sat down, looking in the forest. "Okay, come on out." He said, looking around and waiting for another wolf to appear.

Anabel saw that it was Neil when he had called out to her. She came out with her head up and her ears out. She felt bad that she hid from him, but she was so used to hunting alone that she freaked out when she sensed another wolf. She stopped walking and she was on the other side of the dead deer looking at her alpha. He was either going to yell at her, scold her or not even say anything about it. It was hard to read his emotions when he seemed serious all the time. She knelt a little as a sign of respect and wagged her tail.

"Sorry Neil. I didn't mean to hide from you." She didn't go to into anymore detail than that. If he wanted to know more he would ask for it, but until then it was short and brief. She was still hungry, but she didn't eat around other wolves no matter how hungry she was. She could be starving, but she has to be by herself.

Neil watched as Anabel came out from the trees, realizing why the sent was so familiar. His eye's were narrow, though not in a mad way or irritated way, just in a way in witch he watched. He listened to Anabel's explanation and nodded. He understood at times like these when you don't know who could just pop up. Though he didn't approve on hunting alone, he didn't say much about that. He nodded once more. "You may continue eating, if you will. I'll go catch some rabbits, or go to a close river and catch some fish to bring back to the rest of the pack." Neil said, not much emotion in his voice. He didn't like showing emotions, for the fact that emotions cause a lot of problems sometimes. There was this and the fact that he was the Alpha. He should he cold and hard, like a stone frozen inside a block of ice. Neil then stood, looking at Anabel and giving yet another nod. "See ya' later." He said in a soft, kind voice, witch was a little odd. He liked Anabel, but he wouldn't say anything about that to anyone. He was the Alpha. The Alpha of their pack. He couldn't let people know about him liking someone. Plus he had other things to worry about like this feel of a battle arising over the land.

Battle. He hated battles. Neil is a good hunter and fighter as a wolf, but he's never really fought as a human. He hardly even understand what a kick is, sadly, with the way people use it as an actual kick in fighting and a kick in saying something is fun or funny. Neil pushed all these sudden thoughts out of his mind, scared they may be picked up by Anabel, and headed back into the woods running slightly and then shifting to his human. Neil has an odd way when talking about his human. He doesn't call his wolf his wolf, but he calls his human his human. This makes it seem like he's more wolf than human. Like he's a wolf that shifts into a human instead of a human that shifts into a wolf. He does spend most of his time a wolf, shifting only into his human when he needs a bit of peace and quite in his state of mind to think. When he shifts into his human, his back goes straight up, his legs morph from two front legs and two hind legs to two arms and two human legs, his tail starts to dis appear and his human eyes return in a blink. This leaves him in a stage of what looks like what werewolves look like in the Hollywood movies that have a wolf head, a weird looking torso, and fur all over them. His head then morphs into a mans face and his ribs and other bones move until he has the bone structure of his human. Then all the fur falls off leaving his snow white hair. He found a white shirt and a grayish white jacket that he had hid in a tree some time ago for reasons like this, when it seems his shirt didn't make it through the transformation but his pants did. He then headed towards a river, not knowing if it was in his territory or a different one.