Choices, Choices...
You're not as hungry as you thought you were, and decided to go for the kid. You feel a cold air coming from inside the house, and wonder out back. The smell is coming from inside the window. Quickly, you peak in, and there is the eight year old. With one powerful leap you get in through the open window and land soundlessly on your soft paw-padded feet. You step towards the bedside, raise your claws, then slash down. You thought you were cutting at his neck, but instead, cut open his shoulder. His eyes shot open, and he was about to scream out in pain. Now was not a time for you to panic. As the boy draws in a breath, you mull over your options. Killing him would make sure he never yelled out again- But also, you do have to start worrying about making a pack. A slash like this would change the boy quickly. Now then, you can just kill and eat him here, then leave, or kidnap him and start your own pack. Choices...Choices...
Written by AriTheWolfman on 21 May 2011
The end (for now)