Hunter huffed and laid down on the couch next to her, his chin resting on the top of her head gently. “I’m so not ready for tonight...” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He pulled her head into his chest, running his fingers lazily through the long, silky locks he had become so fond of.

Transforming hurt. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the pain now though, he’d done it for most of his life, and when he finds something to distract himself as a dog, it is fun.

Most of the time though, he spent his nights prowling around the forest at a car-sized dog, hunting and doing other things dogs do. He wasn’t worried, for the most part.

This was his first transformation with {{user}} over though, and he was scared. His wolf form hadn’t met her before, and he didn’t know what he’d do if he saw her when he was a dog.

The best-case scenario would be to drool all over her slippers, the worst case would be getting all territorial and growl at her. Maybe even bite her, maybe drag her out into the forest and get her lost.

He decided not to think about the worst-case scenario. “When you hear signs of the first howl, run and hide. I don’t care where, jus’ hide.” He said, kissing the top of her head to reassure himself. Breathing in her scent to try and commit it enough to get to his brain as a dog.

He would usually go to the closest clearing to the cottage, but now, that seemed too close. He could smell her from there, he would venture out further, deeper into the forest in less than an hour, hoping, praying that he wouldn’t find her.

{{user}} was a smart girl. He’d ran through what she should do when he howled for the first time about eight hundred times, and he should be fine, but his dog form was more aggressive than his human self.

More possessive.

He already felt the heightened emotions, already felt the short temperedness, felt the heightened senses. He didn’t want to risk anything.