I’m so coooool!
Izzy snorted and took a giant leap forward. Isadora didn’t know how it felt for other shifters when they rode with their wolf, but for Isadora it was sort of like being carried. She could see, hear, feel, and taste everything Izzy did, but she was sort of … behind. If she didn’t want to be completely in Izzy’s head, she could sit back and let her wolf have more control.
Isadora was afraid of doing that though. Izzy had some sort of idea she deserved to have a pack of her own. Isadora loved being with Daddy and everyone. She didn’t want to leave them. So most of the time she stayed right with Izzy, enjoying the hunt and only letting Izzy have enough control to do what Isadora hadn’t really learned to do as a wolf yet.
White-tail.
And we’re off.
One sight of the bunny slipping through the deep underbrush was all it took to send Izzy into a tizzy. She cut across, narrowly missing a tree by a hair.
Careful!
Izzy snorted again and kept pushing forward. The scent of the rabbit made Isadora’s mouth water. Its quick little heartbeat made the blood run faster, strengthening the notes of fear and the juicy undertones of the meat.
It was sort of weird ‘cause when Isadora watched this movie about a deer who lost his mother, she really liked his rabbit best friend. She hadn’t wanted to eat him. But she understood she was a wolf and what that meant.
She couldn’t always have a prepared meal from the stove. Well, Izzy didn’t always want that anyway.
A burger is good though, Izzy. We could live on those and steak alone.
Of course, there was no answer from Izzy, but Isadora could nearly sense the wolf’s amusement.
Laugh all you want, but I’ve never seen you turn down a rare ribeye or New York strip either.
And who in their right mind would?
Close! Hungry!
When Isadora got impressions from Izzy, her mind turned them into singular words to identify what her wolf wanted. Isadora slipped back a little bit and let Izzy reach ahead to grab for faster speed and better senses. Having Isadora at the helm made the wolf not quite as sharp.
There!
Izzy ran the rabbit into its burrow and started digging, kicking up large pelts of dirt with each stroke of her massive paws. There was no way she wouldn’t get inside. Each pass brought her closer and closer. Izzy snapped her teeth, pushing her muzzle as far as it could go into the hole even as she made it bigger.
Atta girl! Get the meat.
More digging, more sharp growls and snaps.
Meat!
Izzy gripped the rabbit by the throat, bearing down hard with her jaws and yanking it from its hiding place. It kicked and fought but couldn’t hope to get away.
“You put that down right now.”
Startled, Isadora released the rabbit and melded back into her human form with a scream.
Her father stood just a few steps away, his eyes glowing in the dark. Neither she or Izzy had heard or smelled him coming.
“If I were an enemy, you’d have died. You don’t deserve to enjoy your kill if you can’t protect yourself at the same time.”
I’m in trouble.
A muscle worked in Daddy’s jaw, and a soft, threatening growl came out every time he exhaled.
“Guess what, Daddy?”
He lifted one eyebrow, watching her. “Yes?”
