Revolting

Michael grunted as Hannah squirmed around on his back. For some reason, she was becoming increasingly restless as they continued their journey. "It's nearly sundown," He grumbled, and reluctantly squatted to let his small mate slide off his back. "Let's find a good place to camp for the night."

They continued to trapse around in the woods for another 15 minutes before they came upon a good spot to settle for the night. They broke apart and went about their duties without being told. Michael took Hannah's hand. She jumped at his touch, and he noticed traces of anxiety around her eyes. "Hey," he said softly, "Are you okay?"

She grunted and her eyes scanned the trees around her. He could feel her heart beating rapidly, and her nostrils were flared as though she were trying to pick up some scent.

"Look, it's my turn to hunt for dinner. Do you want to help me?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he couldn't tell if she actually understood or not. "Okay, well, I'm going to shift now." He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. He felt the heat of her gaze running over his chest, and he smirked as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. Another, more civilized woman might have looked away, but she continued to watch him boldly as he stripped off his clothes. The frank feminine appreciation in her eyes was enough to make him semi-hard. He growled and shifted into his large black wolf.

She turned around, scanning the trees one more time before she also divested herself of her clothes. She looked like a dainty woodland fairy, completely without shame. Michaels eyes feasted on her, but only for a moment before she shifted into the sandy-colored wolf. He blinked in surprise - Hannah was the fastest shifter he had ever seen. Her little wolf trotted up to him and sniffed at him in a curious, friendly fashion. Michael yipped happily, nuzzled her face, and then took off toward the deeper woods. Hannah's wolf tipped her head at him, and then followed him easily. They bounced around together for a few minutes, and then Michael's rumbling stomach made him get serious for the hunt. He put his nose to the ground and started looking for a fresh game trail. He snuffled in frustration, as the only scents he detected were days-old. He almost didn't notice when his mate sprang away.

He lifted his head quickly, and began to chase after her. Even in wolf form he was worried that she would run away from him. However, he began to notice that she was circling back on something. She slowed her pace and began to slink through the trees, her ears laced back, her small body creeping close to the ground.

He put his nose in the air and tested the wind. His ears perked up as he smelled the musky scent of a young buck. There was no way a small wolf could take down a full-grown buck by herself, but with the two of them, they might be able to pull it off. With instinctual understanding they split up and approached the sleeping buck from opposite sides. Hannah was completely silent, her padded feet made no noise as she eased through the undergrowth. Michael on the other hand was too large to be completely stealthy. A twig snapped under his foot, and the big buck, who was barely sprouting his spring horns, lurched to his feet with a breathy snort. Michael could see the breath coming out of his nostrils in puffs of condensation. The buck spotted him and immediately sprang away, straight into the bushes where Hannah was waiting.

Her tiny body sprang at the buck, latching on to it's neck, her strong jaws closing over his windpipe as she struggled to pull him off his feet. The buck was strong, however, and only proceeded to drag her into the brush. Michael raced to jump on it from behind, his powerful jaws sinking into the crest of his neck. When his teeth were well anchored into the muscular flesh he threw his body weight toward the ground, causing the buck to stumble and go down hard, half rolling over in the process. Hannah's wolf yelped as the deer's body rolled over her, squashing her slight body down into the ground. She wriggled her body out from under the deer's thrashing legs and latched onto its neck again. This time her long canines ripped through the buck's jugular. The majestic animal's life blood began to surge out of his neck with each beat of its panicked heart. The animal had the look of resignation in its dewey eyes. It stopped struggling. He knew it was the end, and was calmly accepting his fate. Michael moved in and finished the kill.

He shifted back into his man form, and hurried to Hannah's side. His hands stroked over her slight body, checking for any injuries. His fingers delved through her silky fur. She had some bruised ribs from the animal falling on her, but she was not seriously injured. She whined a bit and shifted back with his hands still touching her body. He swallowed and forced himself to look away. She looked incredibly hot, crouching there with blood smeared across her cheek and her shoulder, her hair tangling round her. Her gold brown eyes were bright and alert. His blood was still thrumming with the adrenaline of the hunt, and there she was... Strong, wild, feral. Everything in him was raging to take her, mark her, claim her as his own. The urge was so powerful that his body was trembling with it.

"We will eat well tonight," he grumbled, and reached down to pick up the buck and sling its body over his shoulders. "Let's take this back to camp."

She followed after him silently, but her eyes continued to shift nervously to the trees around them, and her naked body remained tensed.