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721 Red Rock Grove

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Day 4
Evening/Night

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Bright crimson was leaking into the dark blue hues of the sky as the sun began to set.

Parking on the outskirts of the resort, Christopher jumped out of his car and promptly locked it before he darted off near the woods. However, a thought occured to the wolf man before he entered. 'You should really go to his cabin and try to pick up his scent before you diving in head first into those woods.'

Chris, knowing his thoughts were right, creeped to the back of the cabins. Ad he approached, Christopher noticed many new, strange scents of others at the resort, particularly one coming from his cabin. He had to supress a growl though and focus because it was no longer his cabin, and Erik needed to be found. Reaching the back of the cabin, Christopher snuck in through the unlocked back door and went into the back bedroom, sorting through Erik's belongings and sniffing.

Eventually the wolf man got a strong sense of the smell he would be looking for, indicated by his tail stiffening up. Now with a lead, Christopher wandered out the back door and traversed into the lumbering, dark woods. He sniffed at the air as he entered but could hardly pick up on Erik's scent, it most likely being too faint and the other smells of the forest filling his canine nose.

Sighing, Chris pushed forward and continued to try and find a lead with his nose as head hung low, staring down at the ground. Soon, that familiar melancholy tune that usually plagued his dreams filled his mind once more. It was going to be a long night and he knew it.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiik!!!!!!!" howled out Christopher, hoping that might help attract the young teen's attention or stir him a little. "Please come out!"

Christopher froze in place as he heard the shriek with confused tone, a blend of human and animal. His tail becoming fully erect and his eyes open wide, the wolf man trembled as he realized what or who it was but did not want to accept the notion immediately. However, it was confirmed by the Erik's scent growing stronger suddenly as whatever it was russled through the shrubbery towards him.

'No, no, no!' Christopher's mind screamed as he gripped his head. 'This can't be!! This is just like my ******** dream!!!'

He collapsed to his knees and wept silently to himself, dreading what would happen next. Erik was feral, just like in his nightmare, and he knew he might have to actually kill him in order to save himself. A wave of naseau hit Chris and he spewed bile all over the dirt ground around him. After wiping his mouth with a quaking hand, an idea slowly formed in Christopher's mind. The wolf man pondered using his howls to communicate with the feral Erik.

Swallowing deeply, praying internally that this approach would work, Christopher let out a long and loud howl that expressed dominance yet inviting the other to his company, but to watch his ground. Chris waited on his knees, keeping a lookout with his eyes and ears, perspiration running down his furry brow.

Upon the sight of the heavily transformed Erik, Chris just wanted to breakdown and scream seeing what had become of the teen. Not only had the transformation progressed, but it was obvious just how far the runaway's mind was gone... and the horrible stench of blood was all over him.

But the wolf man kept his calm in as stable a manner as possible, putting himself onto his hands and knees. He slowly crawled forward, trying to keep up a dominant yet welcome appearance with his tail and demeanor. Pausing a moment, Christopher uttered, "It's me little brother. Don't you remember me? It's Chris... The weirdo obssessed with wolves."

Christopher gave a weak smile and waited to see his reaction, hoping it might do some good. It was difficult to keep a straight face, seeing such drastic of a change and that strong aroma of blood making him want to grimace. But the wolf man just held in there and kept on high alert, trying to anticipate Erik's move.

Christopher frowned and began to grow impatient. He was no longer sure what to do, some tears running down his face and muzzle. What followed from the wolf man was a very sad, low howl expressing his desperation to make his 'little brother' remember him. As he let out this majestic cry, Chris tried to use it to say, "Erik, it's me... It's Christopher. Don't you remember me? Don't you remember your brother? Please wake up, snap out of this..."

However, as much as he tried to communicate with the howling plea, the wolf man doubted it would have much effect at all. That's when Christopher noticed something hanging out of the pockets of boy's tattered pants. It looked to be a picture of someone... Squinting his eyes, Christopher could just barely make out the outline of a frail old woman.

'Is that...' Chris began to think to himself with a ray of hope growing. '...It has to be her.'

Christopher slowly advanced towards Erik, who was still busy licking blood off himself, on his hands and knees. When he was close enough, the wolf man reached out a clawwed hand and lightly tugged the picture out of the pocket. Gazing down at it, Chris affirmed his notion. 'Yep, that's his grandma alright.'

"Erik, look at this," said Christopher as he raised the picture into the feral teen's view.

Christopher was almost a little too quick to go to comfort Erik, until he pulled back from his instinctual actions and instead straight into the teen's eyes. After the feral way the teen had been behaving, Chris knew better than to just run up and hug him just because he now looked saddened. He waited a moment, making sure he could see the boy he knew underneath, before he finally said cautiously, "...Erik? Is that you?"

Not moving, the wolf man waited for a reply before he did anything else.

"Aw, s**t!" Christopher cursed out in a growling manner as he gave chase to the feral Erik. Following closely, the wolf man tried to keep up with the wild teen as much as possible. Eventually, Chris became anxious to detain Erik and pounced forward in an attempt to land on him and pin him in place.

He howled out, in hopes it would scare the teen away from any sudden movements, "DON'T MOVE OR I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!!!"

Falling flat on his face, Christopher cursed and growled under his breath, his jaw smashing against a fallen tree stump. By the time the wolfman had gazed up, the feral Erik was out of sight. Chris threw his arms up in the air and began to punch the ground in frustration, snarling as he did so. "s**t!!! Goddamnit!!!!"

He then soon stood on his feet and continued to persue, although he knew it would be in vain. Charging desperately through the forest, the wolfman Chris followed after Erik, still trying to use his scent as a tracking method. However, soon Christopher was deep into the forest, the smell was weak at this point and he was tired. He collapsed to the ground on his knees and inhaled deeply to catch his breath. At that moment, he wanted to let out a very feral cry of his own and go insane. He had lost complete track of the teenage boy who had turned feral so quick.

"...There's no hope..." Christopher uttered under his breath. "The dream is real."

Christopher, collapsed on the ground, perked his head up a little as he heard a very familiar voice. Turning around slightly in the direction of the words, the wolf man slowly stood and made his way towards whoever it was, all the while thinking to himself, 'I know he's one of the people who has changed, but what was his name again?'

He didn't have to wonder long as he soon saw the big earred Bing laying on the ground. Looking down at him, an emotionally exasperated Chris asked, "Bing? What are you doing here...?"