Wolfmoon

2 missed steps

For the moment I didn’t care where I was headed. As long as it was far away from what I used to call home. Not long after I felt the eager anticipation on my pelt to be united with the freezing cold rain. But unfortunately, that had to wait as I couldn’t risk even more dirt getting into the still blood oozing wounds. I would need to stop soon and shift back to clean up the wounds and find a spot to lay low for a couple of days until most of the worst injuries were reasonably healed. So I was forced to find some dry and warm shelter soon. Within our pack boarders I would have been able to find one in only a few minutes. But now that I was in unknown territory I had to search for it. But I expected to find something between the rocks underneath our paws. Those cliffs and treacherous desegregation should provide at least some dry back drops to rest for a bit. Only slowly I noticed the fatigue in my body. Especially my legs started to fail their duty in keeping me upright. More frequently I started to trip and tumble until that was all that I was doing. My vision became blurry and watery. I was certain that it was not caused by the faint fog that was raising thru the gabs and waft between the splits at the bottom of the cliffs. Alec - my wolf - slowly lost conciseness and I wasn’t paying enough attention to were I put my paws. Suddenly the ground under our feet just vanished. Even though I tried to get my balance and footing back I couldn’t get it in time. The walls of the canyon suddenly grew increasingly high while I mentally tried to prepare for the inevitable impact. With a little bit of luck I might even survive the drop. But the longer the fall lasted the less I believed I was going to be that lucky. Although me hitting some side walls from time to time slowed the involuntary descent even if those walls repelled me quite harshly. And finally the liberating blow at the end of the fall. It was surprisingly soft although I wouldn’t call it comfortable. The surrounding smelled like fallen leaves and earth. And I was actually thinking that I imagined the old half rotten wooden door to a tiny little hut when I started to shift back voluntarily. Alex was knocked out and I couldn’t hole the wolf form much longer without him. Slowly I started to turn back into human form and I would have to use two legs instead of four. I managed to keep my fur for the time being so even with the unusual heat of werewolf I wouldn’t freeze to death while I recover. As four legs weren’t able to support me properly I doubt my chances to accomplish something with only two legs. But I had to try. I felt the cracking in my bones indicating that the shift was coming to an end. If I hadn’t reached the hut by the time my body was done I would not be able to move further. Doom was inevitable. I stumbled forward and ended up dragging myself with my arms. With my last split seconds of conciseness I reached the door knob and felt the wind cased by an opening and closing door. Just in time I smelled something intoxicating before I completely blacked out. And it was probably for the best as the last waves of painful shift back to human form hit me. I didn’t need to feel the erratic spasms as my face connected forcefully with the solid stone floor within that hut.