"Damn Hunter!" a Loki says squeezing his hand trying to stop the blood from flowing from the bullet wound. As the Loki concentrated on recovering from the wound he heard the familiar sound of a rifle being cocked.
"Got you now!" the old hunter said aiming a gun for the Loki's head. The hunter pointed the gun right between the eyes of the Loki as it closed its eyes preparing for the blast. The hunter didn't delay and pulled the trigger and instead of a blast he heard the Loki snicker.
The hunter went pale as he read the flag that had popped out of the end of the barrel that read 'oh crap!'. The hunter gulped as the wound on the Loki's hand vanished leaving a very healthy and very excited trickster.
"got you now" Loki said doing a perfect imitation of the hunters voice. The hunter felt his skin crawl as a cold shiver made his hair stand on end. He suddenly felt very cold and very scared.
"Oh, what happens next? The hunter becomes the hunted! Wait that gives me a idea!" the Loki says like a excited child as the rifle disappears from the hunters hands and appears in the Loki's. "Hmm still seems unfair... Oh I know!" The Loki says poking the hunters nose.
For some reason the hunter no longer felt cold, except now his nose felt like it was freezing almost like it was wet. Afraid for his life the hunter let out a high pitched whine, but it sounded strange for some reason. He whined again involuntarily again with the same sound to it. He started to back up, but after a few steps tripped over a root landing hard on his ass. Shaking his head he was about to get back on his feet when he notices coarse black hairs growing out of his skin, hoping it was something that had stuck on him when he fell he went to brush it off and then he saw his hands. He watches as his fingers curled and shrunk as the palm turned dark and thick.
The hunter looked up at the smiling Loki and gave another begging whine this time feeling something flop against the side of his head. When he felt it the object lifted back up. Reaching up with his now almost completely paw-like hands, and felt his fluffy pointed ears which as he realized them flopped back down again. The hunter tried to scramble to his feet, but as he got to his feet they wobbled and slipped causing him to crash back to the ground. His feet felt like they had grown ten sizes too small and with a painful rip his clawed padded toes bust though the fabric. He fumbled to get the remnants of his shoe off with no opposable thumbs, as another problem presented itself. He felt like he was burning up and as he tried to lift his shirt over his head he found that not only that he couldn't grip the shirt to lift it off, but he saw a patch of dark fur slowly spreading across his abdomen.
His nose was still freezing despite the warmth the spreading fur was providing, and before he knew what he was doing his tongue extended out of his mouth and wet his nose, causing him to realize the changes happening to his face. His teeth had noticeably sharpened and his nose seemed to have become very canine and judging from the feeling on his cheeks his side burns have rapidly grown out. The hunter tried again to stand up, and managed to stand up strait with much difficulty. He licked his nose again as he felt his face push out giving him a snout.
He tried to take a step before he tripped and a sudden spasm of pain ripped the back of the hunter's pants as a fluffy tail burst out. He tried to reach behind himself and grab the tail but with each attempt he felt his arms able to bend less and less till he was stuck on his hands and knees and then with one final change his legs shrank and his bone structure realigned.
"Whose a good doggy!" The Loki said reaching down to pet the adult timber wolf in front of him only to get a quick snarl and a deadly snap in return.
"Bad dog! I think someone needs a taste of their own medicine!" Loki said cocking the rifle and pointing it at the wolf whose ears quickly lowered and ran off into the woods.
"Well at least he can still hunt" the Loki laughs before looking around to figure out where he was. Finding a path he strolls down it not really having a destination or a purpose he just hoped it lead to somewhere fun.