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How had it turned out like this? One minute she'd been on her own relaxing, and now she was cornered by three werewolves she'd never seen before. In a last effort to escape, she dodged past one of them and started running. Trees rushed past as Marina bolted, taking on her wolf form to maximize her speed. She could hear the unfamiliar werewolves howling behind her and the sound of them giving chase. As she ran, she found a change in smell on the land, she'd entered the territory of someone... or something... that she'd never encountered before. Slowing briefly, she realized that her pursuers had stopped outside of the range of the different territory. But why? Sniffing the ground, she tried to guess what kind of creature lived here. She moved cautiously, working her way a little deeper into the territory, away from the other werewolves.

A cat-like silhouette stalked through the trees around it. It had been hunting a Wyvern chic, a delicacy to this beasts kind. It was ready to pounce when the howling of wolves scared the chic off. The creature growled, before letting out a loud, trumpet-like wail that echoed for miles around the forest. It tracked the sound, soon spotting a lone wolf. With a few quick sniffs of the air, the creature quickly picked up on the human in the wolves scent. Wolves weren't known for being too chummy with humans, so he assumed this was a werewolf. "What are you doing in my territory?"the creature asked coming out of the bushes.

It was roughly the size of a large cougar. Its front paws were those of an average big-cat. It back 'paws' had three long chitinous talons sticking out of the foot, seemingly being the creature's toes. It had a very long tail, even by feline standards, and it seemed to have long shaggy fur towards the tip. It surprisingly had the mane of a lion. However the most distinct trait of the beast was its face. Its face had little to no fur on it. Despite the large cat-like nose, fangs jutting from the lower jaw, and cat-like eyes and ears, the face resembled a humans face, immediately revealign the beast to be a manticore, a species of odd felines known for their voraciousness and gluttony, as well as their vocal talents. "The last lycanthrope to step in my territory didn't enjoy his last minutes. If you don't wish to share the same fate I suggest you leave."The manticore said, with its tail curling over to tis side, and a large hooked stinger emerged from the scraggly long fur.

The sight of a manticore was enough to make Marina stop short and drop down so her stomach brushed against the ground. She let her tail lay still, regarding the beast warily as it spoke threateningly to her. Unable to speak to him in her wolf form, she was left to try to communicate without words. Her eyes flickered in the direction she'd come from, hearing the werewolves who had been pursuing her snarling and howling in the distance. Death that way... death here... this is not my lucky day... Laying down, she stared up at the manticore, trembling slightly. If it was death, she might as well accept her fate... fighting would only prolong this experience... and she didn't exactly like the idea of a slow painful death. Whining quietly, she laid her ears back, trying to show submission to him.

The manticore growled, rolling his eyes angrily. "Get out of my territory, NOW."it demanded. "If I find you in my territory again I won't be as merciful."The manticore said before walking off

Hesitating, the she wolf glanced back in the direction she'd come. She couldn't go back that way... but she didn't know where else to go. Slowly, she rose to her paws and started creeping further along, uncertain where the manticore's territory ended. Unknowingly, she made her way deeper... rather than heading out.

Pez continued through the forest. His stomach growled as he began to hunt for anything to eat. He came across a bear, but it quickly ran when it got his scent. Even then bears were hard for him to swallow.

Continuing to creep along, she felt tired and sore, just wanting to go home. But she couldn't yet, and had to look for some place to hide. Spotting some thick bushes, she crawled under them for shelter, laying down there. Surely she'd be safe for the moment, she told herself. But she had doubts that she'd be truly safe here.

Soon Pez picked up the familiar scent of the werewolf. He growled, following it to its source.

Marina could smell the manticore nearby again, and she lay very low to the ground. Oh boy... she was in trouble now. Laying still, she tried to avoid making noise, not that it would keep her safe from him.

"I can smell you Wolf. Come out nwo before I drive a stampede in this direction."Pez demanded, anger in his voice. He was sued to Therianthropes ignoring him, particularly werewolves. Depsite this he wouldn't take a were invasion of his territory without a fight.