#wolf danny

The Wolf and Little Red

There is something following Red Hood, the Mob boss doesn't say anything as it follows him. It's towering form walks silently looking at others as if they're prey.

Yet the beast follows along obediently. People whisper as they walk by, not understanding how he hasn't been eaten.

When suddenly a harrowing howl rang throughout the city. The sound causing many to hide in their homes, scared at what could cause something so inhuman to cry out. On the comming morning the beast walked with Red Hood on it's back.

The wolf's paws and muzzle covered in blood.

and loving it.

For the next weeks or months Silas is still a battlefield. Carmilla and Mattie prefer to fight standing on two legs: Mattie is the schemer, the strategy; she can’t afford to turn off her mind, not even for a second. And Carmilla prioritizes agility to strength, is steadier as a human, better at acting quick.

But Danny, oh god. Danny loves the full weight of her step on the ground, loves charging her way through the crowd, faster than ever before, but most of all she loves how her human train of thought just... stops. On four legs she thinks in sounds and colors, in shapes and scents. It’s a nice change from the constant streaming of words in her mind that never, ever stops.

So she doesn’t stop shifting, not even when the war is over. It’s not like she has to scrounge for excuses: Silas was never the safest place to begin with. Danny names herself unofficial protector of the campus and patrols through the forest every day. She stays a wolf for a bit longer each time, hours, days even.

One time she shifts back after a particularly long period (four days and a half; new record) and she gets scared. Her human senses startle her and the words in her brain don’t string together, they don’t form coherent thoughts. She gets scared and runs to the forest (not fast enough, not nearly fast enough), she shifts and she can make sense of her sorroundings again. Sounds, colors, shapes, scents.