Three nights. The full moon tore at him for the past three nights.
The wolf's teeth and claws were tingling, burning to dig itself into something soft. To feel blood sinking between his teeth until his stomach was full and satisfied. His diet of smaller, soft animals almost did nothing to satiate the growing hunger he had for more.
But the other animals accompanying him were stubborn, especially the black dog who'd bark and growl at him everytime the wolf tried to hunt further from the woods. The wolf snarled at him, taunting back with his much rougher snout and jagged teeth.
But the wolf never once landed a strike on the black dog, nor the stag, or even the rat hovering around him.
He did once. Then there was that petulant voice inside him, holding back his urges. The other part of him. The human part refusing to comply to the wolf's demands.
So, the wolf held back. He snarled slightly before circling back into the misty woods, running through the trees. He hunted down rabbits, gnawing at every flesh, sucking the bones and blood dry until he was content for the night. For now, he convinced himself. For now. The greater hunger awaits.
Then, in the distance, a subtle sound of chirping in the middle of howling wind. A quiet lingering presence among the others for the past three nights. One that the wolf barely acknowledged. Another?
High-pitched bursts of calling, a black bird perched on top one of the tall trees. He blended with the night but the subtle hint of greyish feathers, glinting under the moonlight. He watched over the wolf closely with his bright white eyes. Like witnessing the bright full moon in those eyes.
A new companion, a part of him whispered. The wolf howled. He wasn't alone.