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It didn't make sense. Hal's ear twitched after being lightly grazed by Ash's attempt at self defense. Yet instead of being more angry, his focus was instantly shifted. For some reason, the motion of the stick and the sound of it hitting the ground left Hal confused, and playful. It was out of his control now, his body lurched backwards and darted for the stick. It was a big one, which was even better! He grabbed it, fangs digging into the bark. He flung it around in his mouth for a moment before loping back to Ash. This time, a happy, glazed look was in his eyes. The change of temperament was so quick, that it had to be startling for the girl who almost died. Ah well, he dropped the stick in front of her feet, tail wagging frantically behind him. This was exactly what he needed!

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Just like that, Hal's attention was diverted for a...for a...stick. A bloody stick of all things. Ash stood there blinking, mouth agape wondering what the hell just happened, her suspicions being confirmed when the wolf plodded over to her and dropped the stick at her feet. She grinned seeing the wagging tail and stooped to pick it up again not failing to see the toothmarks, and again not forgetting that that very well could have been her neck. She'd take it. "Is this what you want boy? You want me to throw you the stick again?"

[Worm]

His pupils dilated watching the girl pick up his stick. He lunged for it at the same time that she did, but she was too quick. He didn't want blood on his stick, so he just pulled back, tail wagging anxiously. He licked his lips and growled. It was his stick! Not hers! He put his paws in front of him and bowed down. He didn't want her to break the stick! She didn't know how to carry it properly. He barked with a rabid sort of look in his eyes. He just wanted to show off his stick, not get it taken away. What if she never gave it back? He pawed her thigh, a claw getting caught on her jeans.

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Ash yelped feeling the claw tear through her jeans though she could see that it wasn't malicious, so she gulped and plastered on a smile and threw the stick, again, no further than the alleyway, "Go get it, boy! Get the stick and bring it back to me!"

[Worm]

His eyes widened again, following the stick's path through the sky. He flipped around and chased it. His paws tore against the street as he struggled to find his footing. He was so happy to have his stick again. He picked it up and shook his head around violently. Yeah, that's what you get stick! He galloped back to the girl, this time not dropping the stick. He held it within arm's distance, playfully taunting her. He could tell by her scent that she was beta, which probably meant she was willing to wrestle a bit. He usually preferred betas, even though omegas were easier targets. They had a fun challenge added to them.

[sylvanSpider]

Ash stood there for a moment, expectantly waiting for Hal to drop the stick but then she saw the look in his eyes and knew that he wasn't going to. "Ah, so that's how you want it to be, is it?" she asked, lunging forward and wrapping her hands around one end of the stick, planting her feet, and pulling attempting to wrench the stick out of his mouth. The fucker was strong though, too strong for her to actually get it away from him even with her sudden movements.

[Worm]

Hal's eyes lit up. Oh, she does like to play eh? He grounded his paws into the dirt and tugged at the stick, testing her strength first. His jaws foamed around the stick, making it slippery. He growled playfully before ripping it out of her hands. He trotted away happily, as if saying haha! I win, I win! The pleasure of victory was short lived though, as the scent of bread hit Hal's nostrils. His ears stuck straight up with his tail, and he went running.

[sylvanSpider]

Ash planted her feet as firm as she could, but it didn't amount to anything as it slid from her hands, a knot on the end scraping through the tender surface skin and she gasped looking at her hands for a moment as Hal did his victory march. When he took off running, however, Ash's eyes shot back up to him just in time to see the bottoms of his rear paws. "OI. NO! Where are you going?!" And with that, she could do little more than give chase.

[Worm]

Hal's furry humanoid figure found its way to a back alley near the bakery. An entire dumpster filled with bread! Jackpot! Hal lunged into the dumpster, his back legs fully extending so that he could swoop in. He dropped that stick somewhere behind him, not caring if Ash were to find it. After all, he had more important pursuits. His mouth was full of dough now, foaming and drooling around each bite. He was in heaven!

[sylvanSpider]

Ash skid to a stop seeing what it was that Hal had found sudden interest in. Well, better bread than me, she thought, stooping down to retrieve the stick. It was true that he had lost interest in it for now, but given his short attention span it was bound to go back to it. Glancing both ways and finding the alleyway clear, Ash sighed and leaned against the wall waiting for his hunger to be satiated. After all, he wasn't doing any harm in eating out of the garbage. No one was going to miss this old, stale bread.

[Worm]

With his mouth still saturated with the creamy, white drool mixed with bread, he looked over his shoulder. His friend was holding his stick again. Not like that would lure him away from the bread. It was his find after all. He scoffed, continuing to ravage the dumpster. "Mine." He said, coated with growls. Soon after, an iron door flung open. A chef from the restaurant adjacent to the bakery waltzed out with headphones in their ears.

With a nonchalant toss, they threw a bag into the trash where Hal was. He yelped and jumped out, growling at the person who inadvertently screamed and ran inside. Hal grabbed Ash's shirt with his teeth, tugging her and looking up at her with sparkly eyes. It was as if he were saying "come on, they're after us!"

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Ash stood with her hands on her hips, the stick poking out of one of her closed fists. Her foot tapped and she cocked an eyebrow at the dumpster, "I know, I know. You can have it. I don't want it. All yours, buddy." When the doorway to the bakery opened, Ash jumped back in the shadows and released a gasp when Hal came jumping out of the dumpster the baker in turn screaming and running inside. Hal turned to her as if pleading and she could do little more than nod, "Uh-huh boy, I'm with you. Let's...let's get out of here." Her feet tumbled forward with his tugging, but soon she was moving with him willingly, hoping he'd let go soon so she could move with him.

[Worm]

Hal tugged Ash out of the alleys and towards the surrounding foliage. The trees consumed them once again. Once back to safety, Hal began digging. His stomach gurgled throughout. He hoped to either eat something, fuck something, or sleep soon. He was wound up and a bit delirious. His hackles stuck straight up along his spine and tail.

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Ash caught up to Hal panting, weezing. They'd run through the city and straight into the surrounding forest and she put up a hand to lean against one of the tree trunks watching as Hal had already begun digging a fairly sizable hole. "What are you doing?" she gasped out, still trying to catch her breath. "Wanting to bury your stick, boy? I still have it."

[Worm]

Hal whined, tongue lolling form his mouth. He was slowly regaining consciousness, and it was always a strange experience. He was in between wolf and man, clarity and psychosis. He felt everything spinning beneath him. Once Ash displayed the stick, he snatched it from her hands, this time with a clawed paw and buried it. Dirt flew behind him and between his legs, forming a small mound over the stick. He was panting, anxious and tired. With another step forward, he collapsed right in front of Ash's feet. He was already asleep and changing back quickly, though he twitched his paws as if running in his sleep.

[sylvanSpider]

Ash could have melted. He behaved just like a puppy and it was probably the cutest thing she had ever seen in her life. She could see more human features beginning to take over as he fell asleep in potentially the worst spot he could have. Crouching down beside him, a smile graced her lips. His little paws were twitching as he changed. No wonder Hal is always tired.. She looked around and, taking off her jacket, placed it on the sleeping form, taking a seat beside him. It was of no use to try to wake him, and she was too weak to move the hulking form by herself. Maybe she should ask her girlfriend? She dismissed that thought quickly. Her girlfriend would never believe her. So, she waited to see what would happen once the transformation was complete.