Re: The Woods: Full Moon > Pack Trailers in the Woods
He still felt too-raw after the shift, and dropped a shoulder when the girl reached out to touch him, her fingers only grazing over his skin before he managed to shy away from her. It was too much, all at once - familiar sights and smells, more wolves than he'd been around for nearly a decade. For all his nights of yearning for a family, a pack, now that he was back in the territory of his youth, he was rethinking it. Overwhelmed.
He didn't want to talk to her, didn't really want to talk to anyone. He thought of his to-do list at the trailer park with something bordering on relief. It would give him something to focus on for the day instead of letting the memory of running with the pack fill his mind. Maybe he could add to the list - putting a lock on the inside of his door for the next time the moon grew full.
He could feel the gaze of the Alpha on his skin, knew that he was being studied, and it made his posture go tighter, made him try to make himself smaller, left his shoulder blades stand out from his back in stark relief. It was a harsh contrast from the wolf that had run close to the others for hours with happy abandon. Now, he just wanted to get away again. But that voice stopped him - the tone of it even before he realized that the words being said were his name. The line of his back went even tighter, like he was bracing himself for a hit, but he stayed still (only a tiny tremor of tension as he held himself from running away), and looked back over his shoulder.