Casper yelped the moment something strong gripped him and his paws left the ground, fighting, struggling in vain, twisting and turning where he was held off of the ground, teeth snapping, snarls and growls all mixing together, claws swiping at whatever part of the creature that held him he could reach, he wasn’t giving up, he didn’t know how to quit, it wasn’t in his blood, wasn’t in his curse and it definitely wasn’t in his genetic makeup. He was strong, perhaps stronger than a malnourished little werewolf should be, his blood line wasn’t watered down, his curse hadn’t been weakened with age, hadn’t been passed down through bite. He didn’t know it but his mother had been one of the first werewolves to ever exist, she hadn’t been turned by another but rather cursed by the very demon himself. She hadn’t gone done without a fight, without taking dozens of hunters with her and neither would Casper.
His attack and escape efforts however faltered the moment he saw his Sphinx take flight but seem to hover there, terror and panic racing through his bloodstream until all he could hear in those sensitive ears above everything even the buzzing of the locusts was the sound of his own heart racing. He fought harder to get down, his eyes moving from Taj to the creature blundering toward him, he was big, too big and his Sphinx wasn’t high enough. His violence turned toward that beast, deadly sharp teeth snapping at the air, paws batting as though he could somehow manage to reach the giant, rotting creature, he couldn’t, it was hopeless but that didn’t mean he stopped trying.
He wouldn’t have stopped either if a gunshot meant to scare of whatever animals were causing the disruption went off echoing into the night. Humans. Without wanting to, without even realizing what was happening, the werewolf’s curse took hold, everything else seemed to fade away as still dangling in the hold of the demon his sharp azure eyes caught sight of them, an insane frenzy taking control of his body. Kill. Kill. Kill