Acheron didn't say anything as he watched Nichole leave the shed, the firm tone of her voice telling him to be gone by sunrise. When the door closed behind her, the male relaxed slightly. Behind around her caused all sorts of weirdness to play havok in his body. With her gone, those feelings went away, but her scent still lingered in the air. Grumbling, Acheron glance at the clothes she left.
They smelled of male. Older than she is. Must be her father's.
Not wearing that then.
Pulling on his t-shirt, he groaned at the strain on his ribs. Without conscious thought on the matter, he shifted into a wolf. Red wolf, to be more precise. The ash-coloured coat took on a more darker crimson tinge. Acheron curled up in a tight ball and placed his tail over his sensitive nose.
It was then that he responded to her question, in his mind, and so that only he could hear it.
They're werewolves.
Acheron sensed the shifting of the temperature and his jade green eyes snapped open as he lifted his wolf head, ears swiveling to catch any hint of sound. Nothing. Good. His ribs felt marginally better and he used his teeth to tear off the wrap around his chest. Once it was in tatters at his paws, he heaved himself to them and shook out his coat before stretching out the sore muscles in his back.
Yawning and running his tongue along the outside of his muzzle, he padded over to the shed door and gently nosed it open. He created a space large enough for him to slip through. And he used a paw to help slow its closure so the wooden beams didn't bang against each other.
Looking around, he saw that the snowy backyard was surrounded by fence. He grumbled something unintelligible in his mind before he shifted forms to a Barn Owl. Spreading his wings, he beat down a few times and took off into the air, circling higher until he lit himself upon the roof.
Clacking his beak together, he started to groom his feathers.
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