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I kept it stealthy, going around the corner in the backyard, where a turquoise pools shimmered under the backyard light. How was I going to get in? There was almost a entire back wall of sliding glass doors. Somebody had some money. I didn't sense anyone else. They're just him. I backed up a SW far as I could against the edge of the pool and gave myself a running start, hurling with my shoulder right into one of those glass doors in a tremendous crash of breaking glass all around me like a glittering snowfall, I was suddenly standing in a dining room. The smell was different coming from upstairs. He shifted, I could tell, positioning myself by the stairwell, hiding in the shadows. I heard him rushed down the steps on all fours. He was a big ************, dark with gray edges and fully fluffed out like some kind of arctic wolf. Yellow eyes with evil in them and his lips snarled back, revealing his fangs. I gave him a smiley, too. I was so angry it all came out in my snarling growl. I readied myself. Come on, he leaped, sprang forward and we clashed in mid air. My jaws were open trying to find something to bite down on. I was going for the throat, but then thought better of it. I didn't really want to kill him. Not at first. I wanted to wound him to show him I wasn't weak. I clamped down on one of his four legs breaking skin. He yelped, but then turned on me, nipping my shoulder. He could have gone deeper, but he was showing me his control. It only made me matter. I grabbed his ear trying to rip it. He smacked my jaws aside with a powerful paw. Then we rolled on the floor. If we hadn't been wolfed, we'd have been bloody from the glass. But as it was our for protected us, there was still blood because I wasn't kidding with my bites. But not as much as there could have been had I been serious. My nose filled with heady scent of blood, of where wolf blood, which was distinctly different, and the taste of his musky for which was also unlike anything else. We jumped back from each other, panting, sizing up the other. Our snarls echoed in the small space and up to the high ceilings all at once. He took a step back and shifted. He stood there, a naked guy with dark hair on his chest and torso the hair on his head. All toss Aled blood on his ear and on his arm, his intense eyes board into mine. Okay, I could do this man to man. If that's the way he wanted it. I shifted and faced him. Blonde was the first thing he said. You're a ******* blonde, wolf. Who does that? Hey, *******! That's the least of what I'm here to do. You broke my door. Shut up! You killed that guy. I know you're trying to frame me. He just stared at me coolly, looking me over like he was trying to figure me out. He rubbed his arm. I knew it would heal in a few seconds. Where you from, anyway? You smell old, wrong, use man out. Wrong, I said, like 1/3 grader stabbing a finger at him. I kept it stealthy going around the corner in the backyard where a turquoise pools shimmered under the backyard light. How was I going to get in? There was almost a entire back wall of sliding glass doors. Somebody had some money. I didn't sense anyone else. They're just him. I backed up a SW far as I could against the edge of the pool and gave myself a running start, hurling with my shoulder right into one of those glass doors in a tremendous crash of breaking glass all around me like a glittering snowfall, I was suddenly standing in a dining room. The smell was different coming from upstairs. He shifted, I could tell, positioning myself by the stairwell, hiding in the shadows. I heard him rushed down the steps on all fours. He was a big ************, dark with gray edges and fully fluffed out like some kind of arctic wolf. Yellow eyes with evil in them and his lips snarled back, revealing his fangs. I gave him a smiley, too. I was so angry. It all came out in my snarling growl. I readied myself. Come on, he leaped, sprang forward, and we clashed in mid air. My jaws were open, trying to find something to bite down on. I was going for the throat, but then thought better of it. I didn't really want to kill him, not at first. I wanted to wound him to show him I wasn't weak. I clamped down on one of his four legs breaking skin. He yelped, but then turned on me, nipping my shoulder. He could have gone deeper, but he was showing me his control. It only made me matter. I grabbed his ear trying to rip it. He smacked my jaws aside with a powerful paw. Then we rolled on the floor. If we hadn't been wolfed, we'd have been bloody from the glass. But as it was our for protected us, there was still blood because I wasn't kidding with my bites. But not as much as there could have been had I been serious. My nose filled with heady scent of blood, of where wolf blood, which was distinctly different, and the taste of his musky for which was also unlike anything else. We jumped back from each other, panting, sizing up the other. Our snarls echoed in the small space and up to the high ceilings. All at once. He took a step back and shifted. He stood there, a naked guy with dark hair on his chest and torso, the hair on his head, all toss Aled blood on his ear and on his arm, his intense eyes board into mine. Okay, I could do this man to man. If that's the way he wanted it. I shifted and faced him. Blonde was the first thing he said. You're a ******* blonde, wolf. Who does that? Hey, *******! That's the least of what I'm here to do. You broke my door. Shut up! You killed that guy. I know you're trying to frame me. He just stared at me coolly, looking me over like he was trying to figure me out. He rubbed his arm. I knew it would heal in a few seconds. Where you from, anyway? You smell old, wrong. Use man out. Wrong, I said, like 1/3 grader stabbing a finger at him.