The Full Werewolf Form

It was silent in the woods as Lyra continued to stare at Ellie. After revealing what she knew about the older werewolf’s past, the latter became quiet, to the younger werewolf’s wonder. It was not as though she was worried about her, as it was more that she did not want the ‘fun’ they were having to be ruined over what she believed was a trivial matter.

“Hm? Hey, yoo-hoo~ Are you awake in there?” she called. “Don’t tell my that punch knocked you out in addition to making you vomit.”

Almost as soon as she asked that, a fist suddenly came to her face. Though taken by surprise by the action, the younger werewolf raised a hand up and blocked the strike, only to be left wide open for another fist to hit her in the stomach, and sent her skidding back. Unlike with Ellie, she didn’t get sent far, and she didn’t feel much pain from the punch. It had some force in them, but not enough for Lyra to feel any pain. It did, however, intrigue her.

“Ah hah… So you have been holding back. And you just