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Stay off the moors, lassie (Narrative)
The great black wolf tumbled through the pile of leaves, snapping at the flying strays as they tried to get away. The thing was massive. Five feet all at the shoulder, nearly two hundred pounds of muscle. It had already eaten. There was a roast chicken missing from a kitchen. Stolen and devoured, bones and all. The greasy meal had warmed the beast's belly. The hunt had been... well. Lackluster, but with such an easy prey, the wolf couldn't really complain.

Plus, now the leaves.

Evan hadn't played in leaves since he was a kid. He'd forgotten just how fun they could be. It wasn't why he'd come out here, but now that it was happening, he was loathe to stop. The thing that was going to halt this good time was going to be that the pile was scattered across the park again, as if the maintenance guys hadn't spent all day raking them up in the first place.

He'd come out here because he'd woken up in Max's apartment, in bed next to Jack, and he'd been furry. It hadn't taken him long at all to realize the problem. It had taken him a little while to get the door open and let himself out into the world. Thankfully it had already been night at that point. He didn't have to worry too much about people seeing him.

Of course, by the time he'd eaten the chicken and gotten to the leaves, Evan didn't so much care anymore who might see what. What were they going to do? Scream and run away? So be it. Let them. And if the police came, he'd either run himself, or rip them all to bits. Something inside of him told Evan that he would be more than capable of dong that. The thought of it sent a shiver of pleasure through him.

He paused in his playing to throw back his head in a delighted howl.