Parker Ramsey, Speed Racer, (hereshecomes) wrote in repose, @ 2016-06-22 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, matt devlin, pj ramsey |
[Log: Matt D / Parker R - Out in the woods
Who: PJ and Matt
What: Wolf rescue
Where: Out in the fields near the orchards
When: Close to the morning after the full moon.
There were multiple levels of predicament ranging from oops to fuck everything is on fucking fire. PJ was done burned up.
Burnt to a crisp.
Or, in this case, stuck to the ground. Trappedto the ground. She was thanking her luckiest lucky stars that she'd happened across a leg-trap and not some kind of terrible noose or other awful situation. It didn't mean she was comfortable, or uninjured. The trap had sprung hard and was digging into her front paw, she'd dislocated something in her stumble and startle, and the yowl and instinctual howl for help from her nonexistent pack that followed was loud. But she'd laid low since.
It had started out simple enough. She was going to stay in the barn. Never mind the fun to have on the longest night of the whole year, and a full moon. She was staying in. But...Things were complicated. And it wasn't in her to stay in. She wasn't worried about becoming a public menace. Or hurting anyone. Not really. It was in the back of her mind all the time, but she knew her control. She was more worried about not leaving the town limits. Frolicking in the woods was one thing. And awesome. But this other part of her, didn't listen well about why they had to be alone. And things weren't quite the same. Reconciling two lives had never had to happen before. Human friends and wolf friends were the same friends for all this time, so the balance was there. Now more often than not a big black and amber wolf hesitated leaving the town without the human friends in tow. Not quite understanding, but knowing in a weird way, that human friends stayed human. Just knowing the bond between people existed was something that was felt, and it was like locking the dog out back during Thanksgiving. At least that was how PJ equated it.
And it sucked.
But that didn't mean she could just hide in the bushes outside the B&B all night waiting to see if Atticus or Sam suddenly sprouted fur. Or came outside. But the familiar smells were comforting and calming. After a while, the need to wander would take over. Usually once all the lights in the place were out. And usually she went to the woods.
But she chased a rabbit.
She loved chasing rabbits.
So much.
Which had led her to the field behind the orchard.
It wasn't a wolf trap, but it was big enough for her. Coyotes probably. Or the evil dog of death. Whatever it was. PJ hadn't seen it and was paying the price. The paranoid side of her was scared it was someone coming for her. So she struggled a little, but that just caused a little more injury. What a terrible way to catch an animal. Even a pain in the ass animal like a coyote.
What if the trapper came along and killed her?
What if the trapper came along and didn't kill her and she turned into a human right in front of him?
What if something bigger than her came along and ate her?
What if...
She whimpered. It was pathetic. But she whimpered. And she hoped for morning, it would hurt like hell to turn with her limb in a trap. She didn't know what would happen, didn't want to think about it. But it was her best bet to turn back to human and spring herself free. Provided it didn't rip her arm off. She wondered what the extent of these injuries would be once she did change...
She was panicking. There was no other way to put it. She was panicking.