Feral

The Search

There, several feet away lays the remains of some foolish two-leg, blood sluggishly dancing around its corpse, bone visible is some areas poking out to meet the cold air nipping at them, some broken and crunched, large teeth markings littering their surface. From her nose Leader can tell it has been dead for a few days before being gorged upon.

Taking her eyes off the corpse she spots the clearing covered in giant paw prints that she is very familiar with by now, leaving no doubt of who was behind this.

She looks up when the sound of shifting snow and dirt catches her attention. She walks towards the bush it originated out of and poked her head inside it.

A large hole greeted her. And inside that hole was the child she had been searching for, messing with what she recognizes as a blue pelt cloth the two-legs wear.

Leader loudly meows to get his attention and green, wide eyes snap up to her. The child lets out a delighted shout and makes quick work of jumping out of the hole.

["Leader!"] He beams, tail swishing behind him in obvious pleasure.

Despite this being the child's second leaf-bare with her group, his two-leg form has yet to grow any bigger than when she first offered her paw forward. Still so tiny compared to the grown two-legs she seen walking in their settlement. Just how long does it take for them to grow up? The child's second, beastal form has no qualms with growing larger by what seems the moon.

Leader's eyes soften as she purrs in greeting. ["I missed you, my child. Just what have you been up to?"] At this, she flicks her tail at the dead two-leg.

A sheepish smile makes its way onto the child's face, twisting the fabric in his hands slightly. ["Oh! Well, um."] The child squeaks, high-pitched ["There were others, other two-legs like me! A few days ago. They were making a lot of noise and shouting around so I thought that they wanted to play?"] Shifting from foot to foot the child continued.

["So I stalked up to them and started a game of tag!"] He proudly puffs his chest out at this statement, ears twitching upwards.

["I caught one really quickly! And then the others ran away, so I chased them! They were pretty slow, actually.] He informs with a tilt of his head. ["So I tried going easy on them by going slower too."]

He pauses at this, and Leader dips her head in a sign to continue as she sits down.

Snow softly crunches under his clawed toes as he drags them in slow circles as he looks down to watch. ["I might've gotten carried away, but it was fun! They all went away later, but... when I came back the first two-leg was still here."] Something flashed on his face for a brief second before passing.

["I think I broke him."] He reveals. ["He was broken and I didn't want to waste food."]

Now

Papers are scattered across the surface of a wooden table, information and low-quality photos taken by street surveillance cameras of a certain group of people.

Traffickers.

Three days after chasing a villain into the Musutafu forest and encountering the beast that lives there, U.A. was alerted that a second-year support student had gone missing.

The student's mother calling the school several hours after it had let out, wondering if her child was perhaps still working on a project and forgot to inform her. Receiving a negative that they were in on school grounds she called in to the police with worry.

And so, police and detectives start looking into the matter. Upon they discover through a street camera that the student had been nabbed on his way to school that morning, by what they recognized as some traffickers that keep on slipping from their grasp.