It hurt.

If everyone else thought they'd have fun playing hide and seek, then let them, Walker didn't give a damn. He pressed his muzzle onto the opened tube of antiseptic cream, and pressed his lips to the foul smelling substance to slowly and clumsily smear it over his shoulders where the lines of red oozed blood like glittering rubies in the light of the full moon.

Let them, [I]let them.[/I] Walker didn't care.

He dragged his sore body to a black, smooth pond and washed his muzzle in the still waters. His eyes narrowed at the filthy amber ones glaring back at him...the burst of endorphins made him restless, a bloodlust pounding through his veins but his mind was holding him back, making his body shudder with the physical strain of remaining still.

Walker didn't like his wolf side, the pair of them didn't get along well. The transformation was, is and will be incredibly painful; more so because of his wolf's urge to escape, driving him to the point of digging his nails into his flesh and beating himself up just to transform. He always got so...[I]angry[/I], as if his years of being the weakest were his fault, and his body held the scars from the Pack and from himself and from other beasts.

Walker put his nose to the air and sniffed. He could make out each and every scent, and the origin of every one. His keen eyes cut through the night and made out tracks and disturbed vegetation, trails leading to rabbits, deer, mice. Walker took some time to get up and hunt down a nest of rabbits, killing the parents with a swipe of the paw, devouring the younglings nearly whole. He felt the hot blood pour down his throat, the bones crunch in his powerful jaws, the fur from the skin tickling his nose as he ate everything and left no edible parts behind.

Full and with sated bloodlust, Walker limped back to the pond and howled. It was a bitter, mournful wolfsong; the melody of Walker, reverberating through the misty treetops. He didn't use telepathy, he actively blocked it out, refused people access to his mind. If they wanted to find him, he'd reveal his location when and where he likes and let them come.

His howl was his challenge - come find me, it taunted.