Emily trailed the scent for quite a distance as her mind locked on to the one question that wouldn't go away:
"What was Cara doing out here?"
The scent trail never faded; in fact, it only seemed to become stronger and fresher as she followed it, which
some new part of her informed her meant that she was getting closer. She padded steadily but stealthily; she
didn't want to frighten Cara. While her friend might like werewolf movies, there was no way she'd accept this
quite so easily.
There was a break in the trees; ahead was a wide clearing. A stream ran through it. Drinking from the water,
hunched over, was another werewolf, this one with almost white fur. Emily tensed and clung to the shadows as
the breeze blew. That same new part of herself warned that her scent would be carried to this other werewolf.
A moment later, the other werewolf tensed and turned. Emily hid in the shadows, lowering her body. The
werewolf reared back its head and let out a low howl that almost seemed to be saying "Hello?" Emily knew that
couldn't be correct though. She certainly didn't speak werewolf.
The white werewolf began to slowly stalk around the clearing, tilting its head back and sniffing more at the
air. Emily could see it was another female. That new part warned her that Emily was no longer in her own
territory, and that another female might be aggressive. Emily padded back slightly, doing what she could to
outflank the other werewolf and keep herself positioned behind her, and in shadow.
Her feet stepped on something foreign. It wasn't the soft grass, dead leaves or branches of the trees. It was
clothing. Emily dropped to all fours to inspect the object and saw they were torn jeans. She inhaled, and
Cara's scent poured into her muzzle. CARA! Something must have happened, somehow she'd been kidnapped, or
attacked..though she couldn't understand how, all her mind could think was that this white werewolf had killed
her best friend!
Rage poured through Emily like she'd never felt before. She rose up on two legs and strode into the clearing.
She let out a loud howl, then bounded toward the startled werewolf, ready to attack. She saw the confusion on
its face as it let out a yelping howl that sounded a lot like "EM???"
She tackled the beast, pinning her beneath her body. She outweighed her and even had a couple inches of
height. Her attack had been perfectly planned; the other one had never seen her coming until it was too late.
Emily growled and moved her muzzle to the white werewolf's throat. She inhaled deeply, ready to destroy the
thing that had killed her friend..and then it dawned on her.
Emily's body relaxed as she sniffed the fur once, twice more to confirm what her brain was telling her, as
ludicrous as it seemed. She lowered her head and moved to the area where the scent was strongest-between the
other werewolf's legs. If a werewolf could blush, it's safe to say that Emily was blushing rather hard as she
leapt up and let out a yelping whimper of apology.
The white werewolf, to her credit, seemed to take this all rather well, despite having a nose in a very
intimate location. She cocked her head sideways at Emily, and let out that same yelping noise that sounded
like "EM?"
Realizing that somehow she COULD understand the other werewolf, at least rudimentarily, Emily nodded. The
white werewolf moved closer, this time sniffing Emily, and indeed, her muzzle found itself down between
Emily's legs. Again, if a werewolf could blush, Emily would have, albeit for entirely different reasons.
Tensions evaporated as each of them realized precisely who the other was, and Cara leaned her forehead against
Emily's, before softly nuzzling her neck, a gesture that was returned by Emily. Then they went to the stream
for a long drink, Cara gesturing to a deer carcass nearby. Emily did what she could to try and explain she'd
already eaten, but judging from the Cara wolf's cocked head, she did a very poor job of it.
So instead, Emily ate a small bit to be polite, then washed up. As the moon slowly set, they spent the rest of
the night in that clearing, nestled closely against each other as they stared at the sky as Cara attempted to
teach her friend how to howl properly. Emily liked to think she was giving her best effort, but judging by
Cara's cocked head and wuffing approximation of laughter, she wasn't experiencing a whole lot of success on
that front either.
Eventually fatigue overcame both of them, and they slipped off to sleep against one another. Emily awoke at
dawn to find..