She shrugged, "I'm not rambling, I'm just stating possible areas to analyze in order to come up with a proper question for your answer."
Of course she was rambling. She didn't know tha answer and was afraid that if she said she didn't know, she would become more of a disposable liability. It's better to pretend to at least have some information.
He looked at her with disinterest. "Rambling," he was unamused, "You will come with me and you will tell me everything I need to know." He turned to leave.
"Can I be honest," she suddenly decided to come clean. She didn't want to complicate the situation further, "Just let me go. I promise I'll not step into any forest from here on. Plus, I don't know any-"
He turned abruptly, and before she could blink, the small distance between them had been reduced to zero. He pressed her against the tree with his arm across her collar, with a third of his mass weighing heavily on her.
Five sharpened claws pressed into her skin. Four claws sat on her cheeks and chin while the thumb was at the intersection between her jaw and soft neck.
Denise- *blink*
She almost screamed but kept the she instinctively restrained it, afraid to startle the beast into murdering her.
He smiled, "you're nervous! Extremely afraid. Tell me, do you love your life that much."
Denise- Amitābha please help me. I love my life very much.
A/N: according to the scriptures of Mahayana Buddhism 'Amitābha' means "Infinite Light"
She gulped.
He leaned in with that same nasty smile and whispered, "you should know by now,"
Denise cringed her neck trying as much as possible to cover her poor ear. She hated the feeling of hot breath entering it.
"no matter how or where you run, I'll always find you. you know what will happen," he said simply , pressing his claws deeper into her skin making sure not break the skin, "you should pray I don't chase you down. You already have an idea what I can do to you."
By this time, Denise couldn't take it anymore. She pushed him away, a look of disgust planted in her face, "If you want to say something, just say it. Why do you have to come so close? Look around, there's only two of us around so no need to whisper." She complained as she rubbed her ear against her blouse, trying to rid herself of the skin peeling incident feeling.
Mr. Wolf frowned, clearly unhappy because his warning hadn't been taken seriously. The victim was only mining her body.
She pulled out a handkerchief and tissues from her pocket. Taking the tissues, she wiped her ear thoroughly and then wiped the bit of her thigh where she felt his member freely dangle over.
She added annoyed, "and for crying out loud, cover yourself up. No one wants your helicopters on free range."
A/N: "helicopters" - when men don't put on sufficient underwear and do vigorous activities, their **** move around a lot. Some groups of people refer to that motion as helicopters.
"Is there water nearby?" She felt a deep urge to wash her ear and thighs.
He didn't understand part of what she said. But he gathered that it had to be one of the foreign tendencies of where she came. Also adding to the fact that he hadn't been out of the forest for a while, she wasn't sure how things might have developed.
He watched her wipe herself like she had just been touched by faecal matter.
He sneered, and muttered, "typical!" he added, "Follow me," then he morphed into a gray wolf. He gave her one last sharp look before setting off in an unknown direction.
Denise followed, panting behind him. He's movement ascended into small jog. The pace looked reasonable but it was enough to make Denise burn enough calories. She was literally running. Although she still wanted to wipe her body, she gave up and followed him closely, lest he got annoyed and killed her.
She had wiped her ear and thighs so much that they hurt and the tender skin almost peeled. She hoped to find some water at wherever they went.
As she ran, she had a good view of the magnificence of the wolf. The gray wolves are the largest among the wolves. They are sociable and live in relatively large packs. Wolves do not freely attack humans because they aren't familiar with them, but if provoked or not afraid, they can easily attack and kill- nothing like ordinary dogs. They also happen to be territorial.
Denise went through all she knew about wolves. If all the wolves in his pack were against her, she'd have to devise a way to escape before they can even meet. In a pack they can be invisible, who knows when someone will try to swallow her whole.
"Hey! Hey," she called from behind, "slow down."
He gave her a side glance before picking up his pace sending him further and further away from her.
"Yeah! Thanks," she said in a flat tone. Then slowed down hoping that he'd go far, she'd get lost and somehow manage to get out of the damned forest.
She wasn't a nature fun. She was the type that like to look at nature from the comfort of her living room or in a car as she by- passed on a well maintained road. She hated the fact that she was all alone, in the wild, with all kinds of insects. She got goosebumps at that thought.
She stopped walking completely and bent over, with her hands on her knees. By the time she raised her head, there was no sign of him anywhere.
'Where am I?'
Thick tall trees with thick most. No shrubs. No climbing plants. Wide crowns? Except the Amazon forest, she couldn't relate this one to any. It was extremely silent, not even birds or small animals could be heard.
Denise thought, 'I'm sure I was just in my room, then I'm here- that means I've been teleported? To a place with werewolves? A werewolf that large wouldn't be unnoticeable especially since it's not afraid to approach humans. But if the Chanel is foreign here,-although I don't know how you'd get Chanel in a forest,- then does it mean there are no humans? Only werewolf clans."
BARK! A loud resounding bark dragged her out of her thoughts. She flinched before she faced the perpetrator, standing a distance from her.
She raised her hands in surrender and denied, "I'm not trying to run away. I was just catching my breath." She rubbed her neck anxiously and that was when she remembered the small open wound. Quickly, she wiped it with some tissue and tied her handkerchief over it.
"But I'm not running anymore," she walked towards him.
The kept moving for a very long distance- honestly it was quite far. Denise tried to endure but she felt heavily drained. Once the shock and fear washed away, all that was left was fatigue. She felt like she she had lifted a fifty-kilogram block, run a mile and hiked up a mountain at the same time.
Hence forth, they had actually walked a small distance but she was already grumbling. Her grumbles turned into questions about distance. Then she loudly complained and would only stop when he snarled at her.
"Cant you just carry me or something? I swear my legs are hurting?" She complained.
He scoffed. Give her a back ride as who? Did she think that he was part of the horse clan?
What Denise didn't know was that riding on the back of a carnivore, especially big cats and dogs was considered a huge honor. They'd rather drag a wounded person to sanctuary than have them ride on their back.
It wasn't even done for cubs because they could just be carried by mouth. It was done for those who one greatly respected or had a ground breaking emotional attachment. Otherwise, dream on.
At some point, Denise gave up on complaining and sat down which earned her a bark that got her walking. After walking for miles, they finally came to the entrance of a cave.
When she saw him slow down to a halt, she slumped onto the ground. "Is this it?"she looked around, "I'll die if we have to walk another mile to your pack."
He morphed back, "Don't try to escape. Don't bother me." He disappeared into the dark cave.
Denise simply nodded then she laid down on her back and faced the foliage. The small bits of sunlight that spilled through made it appear like stars against and not so dark sky. She yawned.
Denise only realized she had slept off when she felt a kick to her chest. She scooted away from the pain and opened her eyes, irritated. Only to see a large hind leg headed for her face. She jumped out of the way just in time for it to swing by, barely missing her.