Wolfnip

Power Up!

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It's been 3 hours and I'm still running. I've been running for 3 hours straight and ,surprisingly, I don't feel tired. Not even a little bit exhausted. Ok, maybe that's a lie. I feel like I'm going to die! I let out a low whine and I can feel Void rolling his eyes at me.

Just a bit more Stiles..then you can rest..

"Ugh! I wanna rest now, please?" I stop running, walking to the nearest tree and laying underneath it, and whimper. If this doesn't pull at the bandages of Void, then I don't know what will.

Ugh, fine Stiles. You can rest for a bit but if a wolf happens to be on patrol, I'm not going to defend you.

I snort at the raspy voice of the fox in my head,"Puh-lease, I'm great at defending myself! I have the greatest thing to protect me at all costs!"

Oh? And what's that? Your sarcasm?

"Exactly! Sarcasm is my greatest defense! I can , and will, put down anyone who tries to kill me."

Great! Look, here comes a few wolves.. Let's see if you're as sarcastic as a human as a fox. Oh, and remember: foxes are tricksters..

What?! Wolves? Already? It's only my first day as a fox! How fortunate am I? I snort as I take in the scents surrounding me. I smell primarily all the scents of different plants before a bunch of unknowns attack my nose. Along with scents of a familiar pack. Ooh, a pack fight! Let's see how the Hale pack is holding up without me.. I get up slowly and quickly start walking to where everyone is gathering, careful not to step on anything that'll give me away, rolling in some mud along the way to cover my scent.  My once clean and crazy fur is now dirty with the crazy colours becoming dull because of the mud. Perfect! I grin at my 'disguise' and trot quietly to a nearby bush on the outskirts of a clearing where there are two packs standing opposite each other. One on the verge of wolfing out and the other already wolfed out with a huge were-monster or something. Looks like the love child of a demon and a werewolf. I shudder at the possibility of that happening and shake out the thoughts.

God, Stiles! Focus on them, ok? Stop being such a ninny..

"How fucking dare you call me a ninny?!" I exclaim with a low growl. "Mind you, I can easily kick you out of my head and we both know now that you'd never survive that.." I hiss and the fox gets restless before finally settling down. I huff at him and turn my attention back to the packs. Well, shit! How long have I been distracted? They're already fighting! My eyes widen and I can't help but feel the urge to run in. Guess those pack instincts are still intact.. I huff before running out and straight for the core of this growing tornado. I can't believe I'm doing this. I think as I jump onto a guy with a cane. He stops scratching at Scott and immediately tries to get me off. He shakes and let's out warning growls before trying to claw at me. 

I climb onto his head and clamp down onto his head before using my paws to claw at him. He howls with pain and his , I'm just guessing here that he's an alpha, pack comes running to him, snarling at me.  I let go of the guy with the cane and take off. I hear them running and panting after me as I run in circles around the clearing, avoiding the pack as they try their best to recover. Hopefully they got the message to run while they still can. I pant as I turn around and run straight for the unknown pack before dodging their claws and sliding underneath the giant-hybrid-thingy creature. I let out a laugh as they stumble and clash against each other and that seems to irritate them as their eyes flash at me and I show them my foxy smile. At least I think it's a smile. I don't really know. Anyway, when their eyes flashed, their eyes were all red.