Night had fallen as the wolf nears the edge of town, he shook his shaggy dark grey coat and stretches his muscles, it seemed like he had been running for days. He couldn't hear them behind him anymore, he hoped to loose them in the human city. It had been almost a week since the attack, something that looked human... ish but smelled like a wolf had attacked one of his packmates, and when he went to the defense of his packmember something had happened... It was still fuzzy in his memory, abut when he came to afterwards there was a dead human nearby and his packmate just growled at him. His whole pack had disowned him. They chased him off when he tried to go back to them. He had hid in the woods for a few days. That was when more of the things had come, walking like men, talking like wolves, they used the tactics his pack had used on the hunt, but they made mistakes, like they hadn't been practicing since the were pups. But still they were fast, their bodies changeing from wolf to... something else. They chased him. He ran. He ran as fast as he could, just when he thought he had lost them another would come out of the woods. For days they had chased him, and now, at the edge of the city, he seemed to have put some distance between himself and them, but in the pit of his stomach he knew they were still coming for him.
He lifted his nose into the wind trying to catch a scent of those who chased him but there was none, just the alien smells from the city, noisy grumblings in the distance, the occasional shriek of some animals he had never heard before. He casts his pale grey eyes behind himself, checking for movement one last time before heading into the city, checking for some hint of those that chased him, expecting one to jump out after him, but there is none. He turns his tail to the forest and heads into the world of the humans, hoping to find food, and a place to sleep for a few days, a place to hide. He heads toward the darker areas, away from the lights that hang from bare tree like things in between the buildings. He catches the smell of food on the wind and he follows it hungrily to a large rusty metal container in a dark corner of an allyway. He looks around his eyes glowing in the low light, his ears flicking about, listening for signs of danger, when he's certain he's not being followed he jumps into the container.
Never in his whole life had he had food so good. How humans could throw out all this wonderfully ripe food he couldn't understand, in the pack the food didn't taste very good until it had set around a few days and by then it was almost gone. Here it was all piled into one place, and delicious. He stuffed himself for what seemed like hours before a clattering noise and some gruff human voices break him from his feeding frenzy. He cautiously lifts his head over the edge of the container. He sees three humans apparently harassing a fourth, smaller one. He pricks his ears up to listen better, and cocks his head to the side and watches in curiosity, thinking to himself, "These humans sure are strange creature."