When I laid on the ground for what feels like an hour, Jamil finally stopped laughing.
"Oh, God, that was funny. Ok, let's go hunt for some food before your stomach rawrs." Jamil said and I know that he was smiling or biting his cheeks to keep himself from laughing.
I blushed once again as I got off the forest floor.
I followed Jamil as we walked pass the open area where most of the wolf seems to be hanging out.
"We are going to hunt." Jamil said.
"How?" I asked.
"First, you stay quiet and find a prey. Once you found a prey, you jump up and pound on them. Then, you have to bite into it so that they could stop moving." he said.
"Would you taste blood?" I asked, frowning.
Jamil stopped walking and turned to me. If werewolves could give you the what the fuck? look, I think that is what Jamil is doing right now.
"Duh!" he replied.
"I was just askin."
