Eight weeks in uncharted space. It was enough to drive anyone a little stir crazy. But for a Lycanthrope, the restlessness of being confined in an artificial atmosphere was… particularly bothersome. Leonard McCoy was a reasonable man, but his inner wolf was not, and he could say that his lycan side was fairly salivating for some fresh air by the time the planet Soukara appeared on the Bridge's view screen.
Even without its three moons, the pull of that lush, jungle-like planet would have been more than Bones could resist… When he heard the Captain's intention to make port there, the CMO immediately made arrangements to join the landing party. Though Soukara itself had little to offer the Enterprise in regards to goods or trade, it seemed that Leonard wasn't the only one eager to spend time planet-side, and soon a modest group of crewmembers were beaming to the surface, somewhere just beyond Soukaran native civilization.
That suited Bones right down to the ground.
Hours later, the second moon was setting in a northeasterly direction and McCoy's inner wolf was feeling particularly satisfied. Transforming into his lycan form had been like uncoiling a tightly wound spring, the dark-coated werewolf all too eager to stretch his legs in the wide open space this planet provided. Leonard trotted through the dense underbrush of the jungle-like region located at the outskirts of Soukara's largest township, dark coat rippling in the perpetual night, feeling more at ease than he had in weeks. His eyes tracked the movement of native animal life, breathing deep to scent the unique smells on this planet. The Wolf wanted to run, so he ran.
Eventually, though, all things must end. Bones gradually, steadily, re-asserted control over his feral side, bringing awareness of things like Time and Obligation back to the forefront of his mind. The inner wolf gave up control only begrudgingly, though he was contented by the night spent running until his lungs and legs burned. Turning towards the landing party site, Leonard let his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth, panting the humid jungle air as he loped back from where he'd come.
Drawing nearer to the designated rendezvous point, the wolf paused, ears swiveling forward as a fresh -familiar- scent caught his attention. Bones huffed, silently amused. It seemed Jim Kirk had decided to beam down to the surface as well. The wolf was pleased, his tail twitching upright as he followed the enticing smell of friendpackmateleader to its source. Emerging on silent feet from the deep underbrush, Bones lifted his Lycan head and grinned doggishly at the sight of Kirk himself.
