Sirius growled as the wolf snapped at him. It only made him want to nudge harder, especially when the wolf began chewing on another part of his leg. Sirius barked loudly again, a warning, growling at him. It was true, the wolf was the leader here. Sirius really couldn’t do anything the wolf didn’t want him to, but he could try. The wolf pushed itself up and Sirius scrambled to his legs too. It was limping along, trying to keep running, keep going. Sirius barked again, he ran around infront of the wolf, barking and growling and snapping at him. The wolf knew what he was, he knew he was its mate and Sirius hoped that would help it listen to him when he snapped loudly, trying to get it to lay back down and be still for a little while.
Why wouldn’t these animals just let him take out his agitation and anger? Why did they keep trying to stop him? So when Padfoot snapped at him Moony returned the snap and gave a low growl of warning. As the moments passed the wolf could just feel more and more anger boiling inside. He wanted to run. Wanted to bite. Wanted to hurt. Anything so he didn’t have to feel these confusing emotions! Moony gave a rather loud howl as he snapped back at the dog once more. If the dog thought he was going to boss Moony around he was sorely mistaken. Moony backed up some, his head darting side to side as he tried to find anything that could be used to take out his feelings. A nearby tree caught his attention and Moony limped his way over to it. Once he was close enough he raised onto his hind legs and with his uninjured paw he swiped his claws against the trunk of it. He continued to do it over and over, ignoring the fact that splinters were getting lodged in the pads of his feet. More angry howls left his lips before the wolf collapsed back down to the ground. His head tilting backwards to look up at the night sky. It was already starting to grow lighter and the moonset would be coming very soon.
Better the tree than himself, Prongs mused as he watched the wolf take its anger out on a nearby pine. He winced because he knew there’d likely be splinters, but splinters were easier to deal with than bite marks, and substantially less painful. When Moony looked up at the sky, Prongs followed suit, surprised to see how low the moon was already. Tentatively, not willing to agitate the wolf further, he trotted over to where he stood and tossed his head, trying to herd him in the proper direction, back to the Shack so he could transform in peace. They had to leave now; with an injured Moony it’d take them longer to get back. He tossed his head again and scraped at the ground. That way. Go.
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Sirius yawned as well when...did, frowning over at him. He settled back on
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“Right,” James said, and...that taken care of, his body was begging
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Remus was more than glad when they avoided the stairs and took the passage way. As they continued to make their way...
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