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[ The full moon has come to mean a pack of werewolves in the Pride Lands since the transformation of the Dressing Room. It's the farthest place by tram from the main city, and it's empty as far as they know. Tonight's no different, and the fauna of the savanna are prey once again. As well as anyone who wants to be caught out at this time.

At some point during the later part of the night, a particular werewolf deviates from her regular routine to return to the tram station. She's brought a present for a certain Halloween Town native. ]

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[Red is resting comfortably near the station's doors, gun loaded with tranqs leaning against the wall nearby. He straightens a bit once Riku starts coming into sight, more than a little confused by her presence when she seems to have a catch with her.]

[It's a great big wildebeest! It's also dead, having had its throat ripped open by Riku. She drags the carcass right up close to the station, about ten feet from the door, and drops it to the ground. Then she heads toward the door.]

[He stands up, leaving the gun where it is as he moves in front of the door. What you want, wolfy.]

[To huff and puff and blow your house down. She goes right up to the door and puts a paw on it, smearing blood and dirt across the glass. Woof.]

[He speaks loud enough that she can probably hear him just fine.]

Shoo, it's not sunrise yet.

[She gives him a growl and scrapes her claws across the glass, then jerks her head toward the wildebeest.]

What.

[It hasn't actually clicked yet, but he is sighing heavily and opening the door, sliding out and shutting it behind him before she can sneak in or something.]

[She huffs but seems satisfied with that, turns without another woof to jump back over to the wildebeest. She settles down beside it, turning to look at him expectantly. She will crouch there and stare at him for as long as it takes to click.]

...........what?

[He stares at her once it's hit him what she wants, then crosses his arms stubbornly.]

No way. You eat it.

[She makes a sort of low and deep growl that's almost more like a whine, never breaking her stare.]

I'm not even hungry.

[It's a staring contest then, is it? He can do staring contests!]

[Does she need to do puppy eyes? She might be able to pull them off. She gives the carcass a little push, enough that it rolls slightly but doesn't move from its place, falling back when she moves her arm back.]

[He puts a hand to his face, unable to believe this is happening for a moment, then makes his way closer. He'd rather she didn't get angry over him not agreeing or something.]

[She was considering going over there and dragging him back with her teeth. She doesn't quite perk up when he starts heading her way, but she does straighten up and look at him even more expectantly.]

[Attention AlphaKu. There is an unknown Werewolf in your territory. What do you do?]

[He sits himself down a couple feet from the corpse, looking back at her, then waving a hand a bit to show off the blunt nails.]

I don't know how you're expecting me to do this. I don't have claws or teeth like you.

[Shut down everything. Once she catches his scent she stops in her tracks and turns her attention toward finding him. ]

[He's probably hanging out around Pride Rock.]

[She seems to understand him, because she's moves to bite down on the gut of the wildebeest, tearing through the flesh. She's doing it deliberately to open it up, and isn't eating any more than what she has to tear off to make room for now. She can crack though bones as a werewolf with her strong jaws, so it isn't hard.]

Great.

[Well at least now he should be able to rip some off for himself, right? He's moving closer. Good thing he's not normal, or else he'd be so grossed out right now. And would probably get sick from eating raw meat.]

[Then she will head there, and she will be ready for a fight.]

[She'll get one. While Riku himself doesn't usually like fighting, the persistent spell has trapped him in this form, and this form is very much not the type to back down.]

[He should definitely be able to rip some off, and she'll be plenty sick for both of them in the morning. She straightens up again he moves, fresh blood dripping down from her mouth. She's waiting.]

[Red sheds his jacket (what is he doing wearing that they are in Africa he is crazy) so it doesn't get too much blood on it, then tears off a small chunk to stuff in his mouth. It's only bite-sized because he's not sure how chewy wildebeest is.]

[It will be so violent and she is going to regret it in the morning, no doubt. But she has claimed this part of the DR (and more of it, really) as her turf. She's not going to let an outsider move around as he pleases.]

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