Shifter's Path ~ RP! {Closed!}

Dante's eyes opened, smelling the squirrel. Saiya stiffened, listening to the scritch of claws. She cursed in her mind but slowly pushed the door open. Almost silently, claws clicking as she moved quickly towards the door, a small can of... something clutched in her teeth. Dante waited as she went, fur rising slightly as he watched incase something went wrong. 

((the site crapped out on me when I tried to reply))

The wolf gave a low snarl, "What you are is an oversized child. Flying about freely with no care at all of what you're doing." He slunk back into the shadows as the man turn away, "No regard for what humans see, no regard for how your actions can be the death of so many shifters. For what? To flaunt 'what you are'? How much blood stains your hands of our kind who die for such carelessness..." He shook out his fur, hackles bristled up in a ridge along his spine as he made his way quickly from the area. His paws cross the ground quickly, searching for anything to tear into that wasn't upright. Hunger at last overtaking him, his nose turned to any trail he could find.

I can have Farran come over if you want))

((if you'd like, no promises they won't meet a hungry wolf))

XD I'll be careful))

Farran jolted up, smelling and hearing something odd. She peered out of the window on the raised house, shifting and settling on the sill. She could see better and noted the male wolf from earlier. Her feathers shivered as she watched him carefully.

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Dante flinched instantly, curling on himself and Saiya's eye caught the movement. Leaping to help and protect him, ignoring the possibility of being hurt. She dropped the can with a low growl, managing to jump onto the counter he was one and picking him up and off, putting him down next to her. Fur bristling and ears back, Saiya kept her paw over him, ready to either fight or run.

She raised her broom defensively, not like a tired out mechanic could do much with a broom. She tried her most intimidating look she could muster. From what she knew, it was not fun to deal with a wild wolf. It must have been pretty desperate to go looking for food in her house, and its attachment to the cat certainly was strange but not implausible. But the squirrel side of her was in terrible fear- dogs and cats were a squirrel's worst nightmare, and she experienced that firsthand multiple times, thanks to her occasional squirrel adventures.

Saiya picked up Dante again, backing up slightly before jumping up onto the counter, letting Dante go out onto the windowsill as he began to uncurl, realising he wasn't going to be punished or taken away. Saiya's gaze flicked to the can and Dante let out a small mew as warning to leave it. They would have to go out later, or even tomorrow. 

Erik continued walking on his way home up in the mountains with his head down and  hands in his jean pockets.He had givin up hope on making friends with everyone he met. 

"I am not cut out to be a shifter. No one wants me as a friend." He said to himself 

His pace slow, lifting his nose to the air and breathing deep. The stench of dragon finally subsiding enough to sort through the rest- deer... old. Squirrel... at least a day. Dog... old. Birds? Everywhere. He shook out his fur again, lowering his snout to the dirt, shuffling leaf debris and litter, searching for tracks, any sign of movement in the area he could trace. A light tapping caught his ears and bring his attention upward-- a bird in a raised house? Looked like a hunter's perch, reclaimed perhaps by the wilds. He gave a short huff, eyeing the bird with curiosity, and hunger.