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The Chase

Baron Friedrich von Glower was running. With every step he shed more of his humanity until only the Wolf remained.

The Wolf knew only the Now, not the worries and frustrations that plagued the Man. Its world consisted of the wind, the branches hitting its sides, the ground under its paws; the sounds and scents of the night.

At some point it became conscious of another creature matching its speed and direction, and the wind brought the scent of... its mate.

The beautiful brown wolf joined in on its run and the Wolf knew joy his natural kin couldn't. He ran, and the other wolf ran with him.

It had to be 'him' now, to remember not to attack the bipeds, to not take what it wanted, to remember its mate was not really its mate in flesh.

Still, this they could share, the wind, the branches hitting their sides, the ground under their paws; the sound and scents of the night. The mad chase of something, maybe each other.

The brown wolf matched the black one step for step, and he was reluctant to stop, to turn back, to allow their human sides control because this closeness, this intensity, was not a part of them.

They hunted together, for small prey, and they feasted together, and they slept together, under the branches.

But in the end the Wolf had to return, knowing the Man would need to be elsewhere when the Moon was gone and the Sun lighted the Man's world once more.

The next day Friedrich von Glower slept, and knew he wouldn't need to wait much longer.