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[lesleywalker]

She really didn't know what she was running from. But the soft thudding of her gian paws hitting the damp Earth some how soothed her soul. There were voices in her head that she couldn't help listen. But after awhile, you could just zone out into your own little world and let your own thoughts wander. Not caring whether the other thinkers in you head heard you or not, you were off in your happy place and that's where you wanted to be. By this time, Lesley was half way to First Beach. She had no reason to be in her wolf form, or to be running around an area where humans could see her. After all, she didn't want the hunters coming out to hunt for her kind again. Lesley wasn't here when that happened, she just know that it did.

Before she got too close to human civilazaion, Lesley slowed from her run to a jog, then a jog to a walk. Then finally, to a stop. She let all of the troubles vanish from her brain, making her seem reasonbly calm. Lesley felt her spine shift from canine to human in about a matter of seconds. Now she stood bare naked in the forest. Its a good thing she tied a small little twine around her leg with clothes on it. After loosening the knot and pulling her clothes out, Lesley started to walk again. Now she was her normal self. With her chocolate brown locks flowing down on the side of her face. With a white and orange tank on. And a ripped pair of jean shorts on her legs. With a grayish white pair of flip flops on her tan skinned feet.

Lesley started to walk the rest of the way to La Push beach. It wasn't that far off and she could already hear the sound of the waves crashing against the sand and the salty smell of the water. Lesley inhaled the scent deeply, it even relaxed her bones even more. her brown eyes searched the thinning forest for familar faces. But all she could see where her neighbors or strangers that she seen wandering around this little town. Pretty soon Lesley reached the break in the trees where there was no more tall beams that zoomed far above her head. Little kids were inching towards the waves, then sprinting back to their mothers as the misty, cold spray gave them the chills. They kept repeating this pattern until their clothes were almost soaked.

Lesley couldn't help but chuckle at their curosity. Haven't they ever heard the saying 'Curosity killed the cat'? Most likley not. They were young still, they had a lot to learn. But the thing that they won't learn would the mythical creatures. No one except the elders and the parents of the shifters knew what deep dark creatures were hiding around every corner and in every dark night. Lesley walked along the edge of where water met land. She would move every time the water would leap up to grab her and pull her in. As if it had enough strength to hold her. And she wouldn't even feel its cold temperature, since anything against her own warmed skin would soon warm aswell. Its not her fault that Lesley was a wolf. She never chose this path.

[milo]

If there was a mood that Milo was in, it would be a continually state of grumpy displeasure. But you see, the thing was, he was content in his state of discontent. There was nothing special about the world, there was nothing special about the people in it. Unfortunately for this man, there was someone special, but he didn’t want there to be. In fact imprinting was his most recent form of displeasure, and that displeasure was rather mighty enormous. Though, there was a part of his brain that told him this was a good and happy thing, the angry, pissed off side just yelled at the other half and told it to shut the heck up. But why him? He had no clue, he didn’t want to imprint, he didn’t want to be with that girl. But oh, he did. But he didn’t! It was like a stupid circle of contradicting himself.

The only fortunate thing about imprinting on Harlow was that she was a human that seemed to have no sweet clue about the wolf world, which meant she hadn’t a clue wht was going through his mind at the moment. It was actually killing him just to be away from the girl, and that thought was killing him too. He didn’t want to miss her, he didn’t want to be around her, but Milo kept finding himself wanting to go see her again. This stuff was stupid and annoying, but it seemed there was no way to escape it. Well, there was dying, but there was no way in Hell that he was going to kill himself over some girl. He’d rather spend the rest of his life obsessing over her. Though he’d rather not. But, it was best not to challenge fate. Though, play against it’s rules, maybe.

Milo decided that a nice trip to the beach would be useful in clearing his head. There was no way in hell that he was going to the cliffs again, not until he was certain Harlow was out of the town. With his shitty luck, he’d go and imprint on twenty other girls that happened to wander over there. No thank you. He threw on a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt, shoved his cigarettes and lighter in his pocket, and was set to go. By the time he got there he was rather annoyed to see that children had decided to take about the habit of frolicking around. He crunched up his nose in distaste but continued on. It wasn’t like he could get rid of them, unfortunately. While Milo was paying attention to absolutely nothing, his eye caught a glimpse of a girl. More importantly, his nose caught her scent when the breeze drifted on by.

Something clicked in his head. He couldn’t be forced by his brain to go out with Harlow if he was already seeing someone, couldn’t he? Well now, there was something that Milo was hopefully going to find out. Plus the chick was kind of cute. If she was annoying as hell, then there was no hope left in the world for him. Though he didn’t normally do so, Milo approached the girl, but from behind her. Hey, he was going to talk to her, he never said anything about not scaring her. ”Water too cold for your liking?” he asked suddenly as her mind seemed to be drifting elsewhere. Milo kicked himself for what he was doing, but he rather not be chained to some random girl for the rest of his life.

[lesleywalker]

Lesley didn't really get how she could be a...werewolf. It was just suddenly when she got mad that she phased for the first time. Her mother even filed a missing person report when Lesley had no clue how to phase back. She spent days out there in the forest around her house. Just waiting for them to notice that a mysterious wolf was hanging out right outside. They may have been alarmed and shot her, but then again, this wolf didn't seem normal. From what Lesley could tell, her coat was oddly long and chocolate brown, just like her human hair. And her eyes were very high up from a normal wolf's should be. So it was very surprising to Lesley when her father came out of her house when her mother was away.

Appearently her father was once a wolf. But he couldn't 'phase' as he put it. Of course Lesley asked him why, and he said because he quit when he was younger. This of course made no sense to the young inhuman girl. But all she wanted was to learn how to phase out of this horrible body. Her father told her to calm down, relax. And of course Lesley did finally return to her human body. Although it was a little odd when she stood bare naked infront of her dad. They just walked in their house and acted as if nothing had ever happened. But soon as her mother got home from work, they all had a serious talk about mythical creatures. Such as werewolves, vampires, the Children of the Moon, ect. All this information stunned Lesley.

But Lesley was used to all of the super natural that hovered in her world. It used to be so normal. Looking back at her human years seemed odd, comforting, painful. If only her life was how it used to be. Normal. She could be hanging around with her friends, and if she got mad she wouldn't morph into this giant sized wolf that would make everybody scream for their lives. It would be nice to know that wouldn't happen. Boy how has her life changed! She didn't even notice the faint, graceful footfalls that where behind her. Lesley slightly jumped at the voice that was behind her, she stopped, to face the person. "No, I just don't want to get wet." She replyed, relaxed her expression. It was like she was prepared to pounce...

Lesley moved some strands of hair that the breeze blew out, behind her ear. She didn't know why this boy was suddenly talking to her. Heck, she didn't even know him! But his smell smelt like the rest of her pack's. A werewolf. So this was another innocent human that was doomed to the faith of werewolves.

[milo]

Maybe it was a distraction he needed. Yes, a distraction. That seemed like it would be a very good idea, though everything he did somehow reminded him of Harlow. When he looked in the mirror, he was reminded how Harlow always smiled despite his scowling. When he went to go for a smoke, he was reminded of the way her nose scrunched up when the smoke floated her way. She was in his dreams, she was in his mind, he swore he saw her everywhere. It was madness, and he just wanted it to go away. But at the same time he didn’t, because he felt like this girl was everything. Hell, she was everything! Otherwise, nothing wouldn’t be following him. Life would be so amazingly better then, but apparently life was doomed to suck monkey balls.

But maybe if he avoided Harlow and focused his attention on other people, his life would suck a lot less. It was a small hope, it was a far off hope, but it was his only hope. Milo wasn’t a fan of people, and he was most certainly not a fan of relationships. But maybe if he found a girl that he could at least tolerate, though that seemed highly unlikely, he’d be able to focus on her rather than Harlow. He didn’t want to feel like he was using the girl, whomever she may end up being, so he decided to look at this as an honest to God relationship. . . . Oh shit, his mind really had gone to the dogs, so to speak, since the whole imprinting thing? Milo Caden Dalton did not like relationships, yet here he was looking for one to take his mind of some girl. Oh Lord.

Milo waited on the response of this girl. She seemed kinda young…maybe it was just one of those things where she looked younger than she was. Well, he’d see. Seeing as she wasn’t scampering around in a elastic band bikini nor was she with a bunch of loud, obnoxious teenagers, he figured she was at least semi-normal, if not insane. He could handle an insane girl much better than he could handle a plastic chick. When she turned around she could probably see his grinning face, most pleased with startling her. ”You come to a beach, where it is primarily water and sand, and you don’t want to get wet?” he asked, a bit perplexed as to her reasoning. At least she didn’t talk like one of the bleach blonde idiots. Then he’d be gone.

He tiled his head to the side slightly. He kinda already liked this chick; she looked annoyed. Maybe not annoyed, but at least defensive. Expecting the worst, perhaps? He looked down at her, as he so often did due to his height, with a bemused smirk on his face. ”I can see you’re all protective and what not, but there is no chance that you’re a match for me. So why don’t you relax and realize I’m not about to knock you one upside the head?” he said plainly, as if it were a simple as day conversation. Though, this amused him. Did this tiny werewolf think she could take him? Oh, how wrong should would be. Plus, he wasn’t one of those guys that wouldn’t hurt a girl. If the girl could fight back Milo was not shy to knock them one. But then again, he was rather rude at times.

[lesleywalker]

Once she turned around, Lesley saw a tall guy grinning at her. Was he just smiling because he scared her just a tad bit? Or was he one of those hunky foot ball player kind of guys that she seen a lot in high school. They thought that they were the reason that the Earth revolved on an axis. Psh, they were wrong. And probably the most self centered people on the Earth. This guy might be one of them. And from the looks of it, he could be the hot quarter back that the head cheerleader bragged about. With his enhanced abilities, there was no doubt that any male would make the football team. Lesley might as well see if the whole La Push foot ball team was just a pack of wolves.

Lesley never had been a cheer leader. She dispised them. To her they were like plastic barbie dolls, but just human sized. This guy might think that he could pick Lesley up, do a litle flirting or what not, basically use her while his girl friend was doing the same thing to him, then dump her on the side of the road when his girl friend calls and says that he can come over. Not like she would actually let that happen. She didn't not like to be used as a play toy. Just because Lesley was a girl, doesn't mean that she wasn't tough. Having to handle things like puberty then the werewolf stage, you had to be mentally tough to deal with all of this stuff. The physical strength was just a bonas. She didn't feel weak standing next to a human male.

Lesley shrugged her shoulders, crossed her arms across her chest. Of course there was sand and water at the beach. What did this dude expect? Female run way models in hot pink bikinis to be strutting down the sand? Pfft. "Well, if I wanted to get wet, all I would have to do is jump right in." She said, rolling her eyes. A gust of wind blue in from the ocean, sending a wave of mist to cover Lesley and the boy infront of her. To her it felt good on her boiling skin. The temperature was something that you had to get used to when you could become a four legged animal. Lesley looked up at the guy infront of her. He was tall, he was towering over Lesley like she was a tiny corner store while he was a giant glass business building.

Lesley just smirked playfully at his remark. She was not tense. Or would she let him knock her upside the head. What would she did if he decided to be a donkey? Well, Lesley would most likely smack him right back, push him into the water. Something that wouldn't cause too much notice to the two fighting wolves. "Some body has some ego." Lesley cocked her head slightly to the side. Oh jeez. She met an ego maniac. Well she might as well leave before it gets worse. "Why am I talking to a stranger?" She furrowed her brows and looked him straight in the eye before turning around and continue to walk. If this guy kept falling her, he was either a stalker or just looking for some attention.

[milo]

Milo had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at this girl. Yes, it was nice that she didn’t talk to him and blather on for hours and hours, but why was it when for once in his life he actually went over to willingly talk to someone, they didn’t talk back? Every other time someone talked to him, he wanted nothing more but for them to go die in a hole and shut up. But now? Frig, maybe there was no hope for him. That made a lot of sense. He went and imprinted on someone, then when he tried to talk to someone else, they didn’t talk. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe he truly was not supposed to be social with anyone in the entire time of his life. This was something Milo would be very pleased about, except not right at the current time.

Milo laughed to himself and shook his head. ”Whatever. I just couldn’t fathom why someone would go to a beach and not want to get wet. But to his their own,” he shrugged in response. He observed the small lady. Very touchy. Huh. Not as touchy as he could be in his bad moods. Of course, that was pretty much impossible, so fail right there. He cocked his head to the side and mimicked her movements, crossing his arms in front of his chest and observing her. ”Do you think I’m going to hurt you or something?” he asked, amused. God. This was more than enough words to say to anyone, at least from Milo. If she didn’t reply soon he was going to retreat back to his house and not leave for like a month. Now that was good living.

Milo rolled his eyes and debating reaching for a cig. His fingers were certainly itching for it. ”No, I have just been in more than my fair share of fights to know how strong I am,” he said. Werewolves, vampires, bears, whatever happened to start a fight with him, or piss him the hell off. Unfortunately he couldn’t fight the humans; they were to weak. Pft bullllshit. They had guns and crap. Not that those really hurt Milo, but they stunned him momentarily. ”Egos are for jocks that have nothing better to do than objectify women and throw balls around,” he said, bored and tired of that same sort of stereotype of guys. They weren’t all like that, but many women seemed to think they were.

When she turned to leave Milo cursed inside his head. Was he really going have to do what he didn’t want to ever, ever, ever have to do? Oh fuck it all, he was, wasn’t he? Crap shit sticks. Milo kicked himself a thousand times over, but it was the only way he ever seemed to perfectly grab a girl’s attention without flaw. ”Because this stranger happened to think you were pretty, but oh well,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear before turning around himself. God, if there was one thing he disliked in the world, it was flirting. He felt so ridiculous when he did it. He felt like one of the girls that often threw themselves at him. Ew. Nasty man.

[lesleywalker]

Did this guy really say what he just actually said? That Lesley was cute? She stopped short, turning her torso around to look at him. But he was already walking in the other direction. Lesley hesitated whether or not to go after the boy. She didn't want to be rude, then again she wanted to be left alone at the moment. She bit her lip, finally turning all the way around and walking back over to the boy. Lesley was behind him now, she stopped and put her hands on her hips, adjusting her weight so that it was resting on one foot. Then she casually switched it to the other foot. This guy just had to be playing. Every other guy that said that was just a loser. Because then their girlfriend came behind him and slapped him while Lesley walked away. Jerks.

"Okay, you can't just walk away once you say that." Lesley licked her lips that suddenly dried out. Maybe it was the wind that was drying them. Or the salty sea air. But she didn't even notice the cold waters that washed up and surrounded her feet. The cold waters were a great contrast in temperature with her skin. To Lesley it was like stepping into a cold bath when you are scortched to death from the sun. She waited for him to turn around or atleast stop and talk to her. If he just ignored her and kept walking, then Lesley would just blow it off and continue with her day. Which was horribley boring you might add. Some days were better than this. Maybe this was the turning point of her boring day?

"And by the way, I don't think your going to hurt me." Lesley added. Honestly, she didn't truly think that he would hurt her. He would most likley win in a fight, she would admit that. And Jake wouldn't like it too much if she got in a fight with a weird wolf. Lesley waited, ever so patiently. Five, four, three, two one...

[milo]

See, you see? This was why Milo didn’t bother with girls. They were all the same to him. They had to check their hair, they had to travel to washrooms in clumps, they had to be confusing, they had to do the exact opposite of what he wanted. Really, he figured they were all out to make his life miserable. Well congradutations, his life was there. He figured he should have stayed in his quiet misery for the rest of the day. He enjoyed his misery oddly enough. Why was that, might you ask? Oh yes, like previously said, it was quiet, and quiet by choice. Milo was not the sort of boy that just stood around and waited for a girl to decide whether or not she was going to talk to him. Frankly, he didn’t give a damn left, right or centre.

Milo smirked but seeing as he was facing a different direction than her, she definitely could not see it. Good, that would ruin the annoying affect. ”Oh really?” he asked, somewhat humoured by that. See? He caught her, like he could do. It was a good thing he never did that, or he would be one real jerk. So he figured never using that allowed him to actually do it once and awhile. ”Just watch me,” he said, throwing her a grin from over his shoulder as he continued to make his way down the beach. How long would it be before she said something else? He wasn’t quite sure. Though girls were rather predictable, they could also be unpredictable at times. He just didn’t feel like sticking around to see which time it would be today.

Milo continued walking until she finally spoke again. Ah, so the little girl did have a voice. He turned around lazily and looked at her, as if she were interrupting his leaving time. ”Of course not,” he said plainly. ”You haven’t done anything yet,” he shrugged. Though he would fight someone until they knew not to mess with him again, he didn’t go around looking for fights. If someone didn’t say or do anything, then Milo had no reason to harm them. Milo raised an eyebrow at looked at the small wolf girl. ”So,” he said, ”do you want me to stay?” See, haha, now it was all her decision. Now he didn’t have to think nor care.

[lesleywalker]

Lesley scowled when he just kept walking. Was this a kind of game to him? She was not a toy that liked to be man handled with. And definatley not with a guy such rude as to walk away from her when he claimed she was cute. Only boys who liked to play games did this. Lesley smirked. So he wanted to play games? She can play too. And here she was, messing around with someone and she didn't even know his name! If her father or mother saw her right now, Lesley could only imagian what they would be saying. Never talk to strangers and such. Well, what would a stranger do to her when she was stronger then them? Well what if that stranger was stronger than her?

"Oh really? I'd rather not." Lesley closed her eyes and sighed, only opening them again to see that he was still walking away. The people around them started to look back and forth between them. Nothing really big did happen. Just some sort of small fued between complete strangers. "Yet" She smirked again. Raising her brows. Lesley could be playful if she wanted too. Then again she could be a complete jerk. She could be a ball of fire, then again she would be a wolf. And that would freak eveyrone out except for the stranger that was walking away from her.

Lesley saw him turn around and raise his eye brow. He asked her if she wanted him to stay? What was this? She didn't rule him. She wasn't the queen and whatever she says goes. Did he want her to command him to stay like a slave? Most likley not. "Your choice. I'm not telling you what to do." And with that, Lesley started to walk towards him. But instead of walking right up to him, she walked passed him. Going to head to her house and grab her bathing suit. She would go swimming.

[milo]

Milo shrugged and continued to walk away with a small smirk on his face. ”Alright,” he said, not bothered a bit by the fact that she didn’t watch him. He frankly didn’t give a damn. He had too many girls fawn over him in the past. It was nice to be given a break every once and awhile. ”Doesn’t break my heart,” he shrugged. Oh boo hoo she wouldn’t watch him walk. Now how was Milo ever going to survive? Of course those thoughts were heavily lidded with sarcasm. If she had no interest in him, then he had no interest in her. His mind worked as simple as that. Besides, he kept drifting back to Harlow instead. Dammit! He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about her.

Milo thought indifferently. ”I don’t randomly attack people,” he said with a roll of his eyes. ”I am civilized for the most part,” he pointed out. Sure, he was a bit of an asshole every single second of the day, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he didn’t go swinging around from vines in loin clothes. No, he just morphed into a big wolf instead. Much better, in his opinion. Not that he was exactly pleased with being a wolf all the time, but he did have to admit sometimes it was a benefit. ”But I mean, if you suddenly tried to claw my eyes out, the only logical thing to do would be defend myself,” he said with a light shrug of his wide shoulders.

Milo waited for a moment, looking rather bored, and saw her eyebrow raise. ”Wise, because I probably wouldn’t listen to you either way,” he said. He wasn’t much a fan of people telling him what to do; it just pissed him off quite frankly. So the little thing was going home, hmm? Well then, that was no skin off his back. He shrugged it off and went a bit closer to the water’s edge. He stripped off his shirt, empty his pockets, put the stuff on a large rock, and went straight into the water. It’d probably be too cold for a human, but the temperature was indifferent for Milo. The water soaked through his shorts and made his shaggy hair lie flat as he leisurely swam about. He had a feeling she might be back eventually.

[lesleywalker]

Lesley just huffed when she past him, turning her shoulders toward him. "Do you even have one?" To her, it seemed as if this strange guy that walked up to her really didn't care about how he was rubbing off on her. She was already getting the side affects of his bad mood. "Mhm. I bet." She added, with a bit of sarcasism in her tone. Lesley was almost to the parking lot of her house, she was walking backwards now. Lesley saw him shrug his shoulders. She might as well just ignore his last two comments. It wasn't making her feel any better.

Making sure that she wasn't no where noticable to the human eye, Lesley started to run home. Of course she was just a blur, but that didn't matter. She wanted to go swimming. It was a cloudy and cold day, but what really mattered when you were an inhuman beast? Lesley opened her front door, it wasn't locked. She just slipped in, ran up the stairs and closed her bedroom door. After a few minutes, Lesley was wearing a teal bikini underneath her orange tank and jean shorts.

Lesley again, ran to the beach. Hoping that the guy with the attitude wouldn't be there. But sadly she saw him swimming out farther than any human would on a day like this. She sighed and walked casually to the beach. Tossing her shorts and tank onto a big rock that lined the beach. She walked out into the freezing waters. Even if she couldn't feel its temperature. Wadding out into the depths of the water, Lesley plunged under, her hair becoming darker and flat against her skull.

[milo]

”Yes,” he replied, watching her carefully. The girl was like a firecracker, almost. He had attempted a conversation, though faulty at that, yet somehow it set her off. She seemed to be rather unpredictable, which was odd coming from Milo’s head, considering he was the king of being a giant tool. Whatever. ”Hence the reason I am still alive,” he pointed out. Last time he checked, you needed a hear to live, right? Yeah, there was something about the fact that it pumped blood throughout your body or something like that. You know, useful things in living.

Milo rolled his eyes and decided to no longer pay attention to this girl. His thoughts drifted to another girl, though he didn’t want his thoughts to stray there. Why was it he only fell for the strange ones? Okay, so maybe he hadn’t fallen for this Lesley girl, but he had picked her to be his distraction. As he swam around in the water, he thought about Harlow, he thought about how didn’t want to be thinking about her, and how he wanted to be with her despite the fact that he didn’t want to be with her. Eventually the girl came back and he saw her take off her shorts and such.

A grin hit his face and he swam to the shore again. While she went underneath the surface of the water, he took her clothes. Orange? Orange was decent. With a smile he ran away from the beach and into the woods. When he was away from human eyes, he stripped down to his birthday suit and morphed into a large, shaggy wolf. He grinned wolfishly and picked up his and her clothes in his mouth and wandered around. If she wanted her clothes back she could come find him. He had a put of a plan up his sleeve. Well, his fur.

[lesleywalker]

Lesley didn't notice that the male that she just met had vanished. She just kept swimming there for what seemed 20 minutes before she decided to come out of the water. That's when she stood there in the shallows, dripping wet. Her clothes were gone. Oh that boy was going to pay! Lesley put her hands on her hips and scowled. Some group of highschool boys passed by and whistled, but she hardle noticed. What she caught was the scent of that mangy mutt running through the forest. He most likley phased too. Lesley crossed her arms and stormed off of the beach, marching into the forest. No one noticed that she was gone.

She followed his scent through the forest. There was no way on Earth that Lesley was going to phase. The boy probably did this on purpose. And heck, she didn't even know his name! Lesley slowed next to this big boulder. His scent mainly just wandered around the place and she wasn't going to follow him. If he just wanted her clothes for a suvenier then he could of just asked. But it wasn't garenteed that Lesley would give her clothes away willingly. She leaned against the boulder, waiting. "That dog is going to regret this." She murmered through clentched teeth.

[milo]

She was an oblivious little girl, wasn’t she? Perhaps Milo had made a mistake in picking her to get his mind off of Harlow. Every time he thought about Lesley, he thought about Harlow. It was like some twisted cycle. Probably because he was using Lesley to get his mind off of Harlow. That could be why. It seemed nothing got his mind off of her, and he just wanted to see her so damn badly. Being away from him actually hurt. It phsyically hurt him. He was tired, more moody, more displeased, and the more time he spent away from her, the more time he wanted to be around her. No wonder Milo couldn’t stand this whole imprinting thing. Look what it was turning him into! To think, Milo Dalton would actually be chasing after a girl, even if it was just in his mind. Now he was bothering this girl. Something was not right.

Milo had slowed, still carrying the clothing from his mouth however. The breeze picked up and her scent grew stronger, and he laughed in his head. Silly little girl. He hid the clothing and decided to merrily stroll along somewhere else. She followed him rather, and eventually he saw her standing by a boulder. He made sure no one else was around before appearing in his wolf form. His height nearly dwarfed her in human form, but now that he was a wolf, she was like a little Barbie doll. Cute. He wandered over, his shaggy hair blowing lightly in the breeze, and barked. He gave her a wolfish grin and walked right up to her, his snout a mere inch or two away from her nose. He had to bend his head down slightly to actually do that, but he could live.

He considered barking again, but that might freak her out a bit. No matter if you were a werewolf yourself or not, but if someone barked in your face, you might shit your pants. He walked back a little bit and barked again, now not in his face. If she would just join him in her wolf form, he’d be more than glad to give her her clothes back. Milo nudged her arm with his nose, wanting her to get the hint. Who knew? She was a stubborn little girl. He sat down on the ground in front of her, like a gigantic, massive, oversized puppy. His tail wagged and he waited and waited. He barked again; he was never a fan of waiting.

[lesleywalker]

Lesley knew he was near. A breeze sent his scent flowing straight to her. But she just turned her head sideways and saw the gigantic wolf emerging from the forest. She narrowed her eyes and clentched her jaw even harder than before. Lesley wasn't bothered by the face that he came over to her in his wolf form. He was like a body builder compared to little Lesley. Where ever he touched her with his nose or sat there infront of her with his wagging tail, she knew what he wanted. For her to go wolf just like him. But there was no way she was going to do that. Lesley smirked slightly. He was just so....Er! She approached him as he sat there and rubbed his head. Or atleast what she could reach.

"I know what you want me to do....whatever your name is. But I'm not phasing." Lesley put her hands back on her hips and stood there infront of him. All she had on was her bikini. If some hiker saw her, it would seem strange that a girl wearing a bathing suit was talking to what seemed like an overgrown wolf.