Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
the
creature til;ted its head as it sat down. it looked like it could be
another werewolf, if not for the one detail Carlos hadn’t noticed yet –
the large wings pinned its sidesit curiously sniffed at him before laying down, dull green eyes seeming to glow in the dark
Nothing was happening, and the wolf realized that the other being wasn’t acting threatening at all. He gave a low, suspicious “Boof”, but the raised fur started to go down and his tail curled against his side. His haunches sat on the ground, though his front legs still held his chest up. Carlos regarded the other being with confusion and suspicion. This seemed weird, to him. It was acting so… friendly.
it wagged its tail happily as it sat up again, wings twitching slightly as it excitedly sniffed at him again. it does seem oddly excited to find basically a trespasser in its home
Carlos made a snuffing noise as it watched the other… creature. Not bear. Definitely not. But not a wolf either, like him. He backed away a bit from the sniffing, not sure what was going on.
it tilted its head again, hesitating slightly before going back over to its unfinished meal and chirping at Carlos again
What… was it doing? Was it inviting him? No, that can’t be it.
Carlos just stayed where he was. He sat up fully. his ears up as he watched the other.
it chirped again before sniffing the dead deer and looking at him
Carlos wished that he could still talk. Or that the other creature could talk – it didn’t seem like it could. He didn’t know what it wanted or what it was telling him. But despite how good the carcass smelled to his wolf brain, his human brain wasn’t going to risk getting in a fight with this thing. He was just hoping to sleep the night away before returning to his camp, eating some human food, and getting back to work.
Silently he lay down on the ground. His eyes were still on the other creature, but other wise he was settling in for a long sit.
The Perfect Scientist 