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By Lilli Waters

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there was that scent again. she had caught it before when that boy chased her, only this time, it was stronger. and this time she didn’t just feel excitement, but fear twisted her gut as she remembered what had happened last time she caught that scent. she didn’t howl this time, in fact she tried not to make a sound as she started following the trail with enormous trepidation, jumping at every twig breaking or bird taking to the sky. she was scared, but curiosity got the better of her and she had to know where that scent was coming from, but this time slowly. this time, she was determined to catch sight of them before they caught sight of her.

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ever since she’d had to leave her pack to go out alone into the world, she’d gotten more and more used to being close to humans - she was still wary of them, but not fearful, and often very curious. they were strange, but almost never aggressive - she had been yelled at once or twice, but most people just stopped and pointed (that is, when they caught sight of her at all) - and if there were people, there was often also food and water, so she stuck around. she had her eye on someone right now, her gaze following them steadily with her ears perked and mouth closed - observing. there weren’t many people around right here, so the stranger caught her attention. she wasn’t scared, but very aware.

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she listened for some sort of reply, but all she heard was footsteps, and fast approaching ones. they sounded too determined to just be curious, too heavy to be harmless, and this made her nervous; she made a fast decision and started trotting, then running in the opposite direction of the steps.

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Stiles heard the footsteps and ran faster. “Come on!” He yelled as he kept running. He picked up the scent even more. He was getting close.

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when she heard the yell, she bolted forward even faster and began to pant anxiously, but the footsteps behind her were still quickly approaching. realizing she couldn’t outrun him, she whipped around to face him and growled, baring her teeth. a warning. she looked threatening, but her averted gaze and constantly licking her lips showed that she was nervous. she would much rather flee than fight, but the message was clear: I don’t want to fight you, but if you force me I won’t hesitate.

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the wolf is curled up in the grass, sleeping. she starts sniffing in her sleep until the scent wakes her up - familiar. very familiar. home. she opens her eyes and raises her head, quickly wide awake, still sniffing. familiar, but different. could be dangerous. kin, but not kin. confusing. it smells warm, earth, mud, rain and leaves, but also chemicals, fake, clean - too clean. it’s been very long since she has found any trace of her kin, especially one this close and this fresh. she is nervous, but excited, and she gets up onto all fours and perks her ears. she gives a short, trying howl. then listens.

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Stiles was walking in the woods, trying to pick up on a scent he found a couple of days ago. It wasn’t another werewolf he knew that. But…a wolf. And legit wolf. And there weren’t wolves in Beacon Hills.

Then he heard the howl and it caused his eyes to flash red. He started to run towards the howl to locate the wolf. Where was the wolf at?

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she listened for some sort of reply, but all she heard was footsteps, and fast approaching ones. they sounded too determined to just be curious, too heavy to be harmless, and this made her nervous; she made a fast decision and started trotting, then running in the opposite direction of the steps.

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the wolf is curled up in the grass, sleeping. she starts sniffing in her sleep until the scent wakes her up - familiar. very familiar. home. she opens her eyes and raises her head, quickly wide awake, still sniffing. familiar, but different. could be dangerous. kin, but not kin. confusing. it smells warm, earth, mud, rain and leaves, but also chemicals, fake, clean - too clean. it’s been very long since she has found any trace of her kin, especially one this close and this fresh. she is nervous, but excited, and she gets up onto all fours and perks her ears. she gives a short, trying howl. then listens.

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the wolf is trotting along the outskirts of a town, hoping to find something edible under the dark cover of the night. there are not a lot of people around, but all the more foxes and stray cats. the cats generally stay out of her way, but when she passes by an alley, she sees a fox eating a dead bird - it never has to come to a fight with them, she doesn’t even need to growl, she simply perks her ears and lets her tongue hang out of her mouth as she trots and then picks up speed to run towards the fox which retreats last second. she stops chasing it right away and digs into her find. the city is so loud. the scents are almost overwhelming in both strength and quantity, it’s nearly suffocating. but not now. not as a dark figure passes by the alley - she hears the footsteps before she smells anything, which takes her by surprise and causes her to jerk her head up from the now finished meal. but just as suddenly as it came, the moment has passed together with the person, and she relaxes. but then, she senses something strange. the person’s scent doesn’t blend into all the other scents. in fact, it isn’t there at all. the person was loud in his silence, and he barely smells... of anything. he was alive, she saw him walk by, but he smelled like dead. he smelled cold, and nothing, covered in chemicals. what was it? she folded her ears back so they were flat against her skull and lowered her head, carefully nearing the alley entrance. she didn’t like it, it felt wrong and she licked her lips nervously, her brow furrowed giving her eyes a worried look and her gaze flickered back and forth anxiously.

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the wolf is trotting through the trees. she isn’t as deep into the woods as she ought to be, but ever since she left the pack to travel alone, she has gotten more and more used to being close to humans, and all of the strange things, sounds, smells and sights that come with them. where there are people, there is usually food. she travels over yards, past old houses and broken down machines - although they don’t scare her anymore, she is still wary. she alternates between walking and trotting, stopping occasionally. suddenly, she catches a very strong scent and she freezes; part of it is new, and part of it is familiar. she sniffs the air; it’s spicy and strong, but also old, and slightly bitter. she looks around. between the trees, she can make out a man, his back turned on her. she stands like that for a moment, watching him, contemplating, before she licks her lips and walks closer, head lowered, ears folded back slightly, tail tense. after a few metres, she stops again. she bobs her head lightly up and down, trying to get a better look, ears flicking back and forth. she is uncertain, but curious.