[The cornstalks, on the other hand, were a boon for Xiaolang in his new form. They were perfect for hiding and following his prey, his tiny werepup body ducking easily beneath the tall stalks with barely a noise. And while he couldn't access his magic quite so well as a puppy, the constant moon above made him feel more powerful than before, for reasons he couldn't exactly place. Was it because of the infection, or was it something else?
But something-- or rather, someone-- was scorching a lot of his hunting places, and he wasn't exactly thrilled with that. Tracking down the scent of ash and smoke (and... a hint of air freshener??), it doesn't take long to pinpoint the culprit. The fur on his back bristles as the figure registers in his mind, and a growl rips it's way out of his throat.
Oh. Forget wanting to spread the virus-- he had a whole other reason to want to rip a chunk out of this guy.
Keeping quiet, he prowls to the edge of the clearing, fangs bared and hunkered low. Waiting for just the right moment, he launches himself forward, dashing toward Al with the intent to sink his teeth into whatever bit he could land on first.]
/SLAMS IN LATE sup
But something-- or rather, someone-- was scorching a lot of his hunting places, and he wasn't exactly thrilled with that. Tracking down the scent of ash and smoke (and... a hint of air freshener??), it doesn't take long to pinpoint the culprit. The fur on his back bristles as the figure registers in his mind, and a growl rips it's way out of his throat.
Oh. Forget wanting to spread the virus-- he had a whole other reason to want to rip a chunk out of this guy.
Keeping quiet, he prowls to the edge of the clearing, fangs bared and hunkered low. Waiting for just the right moment, he launches himself forward, dashing toward Al with the intent to sink his teeth into whatever bit he could land on first.]