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[As Ralph stumbles through the forest, he tries to remember what's happened the past few days. His memories are hazy and murky, his hands and arms are covered in scratches.

He's been holed up in a thick part of the forest, sleeping for the most part, and only stopping his rest to find something nearby to snack on. But, now, he's trying to remember why he was doing that in the first place.

Ralph rubs his forehead, he figures that he had transformed sometime before he took to being a recluse, he's thankful that he's large enough that his clothes fit both his human and bear forms without too much fuss.

He thinks he's heading towards home, but his sense of direction isn't always the best, especially after he hasn't been eating nearly enough. He'll have to find something to munch on while he heads home, and then get a real dinner for once.]

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[It had been like a nightmare, when the bear rampaged through. Two of their coops had been knocked over, one smashed all to hell. They'd lost more than a few birds in the mess too.]

[Virgil didn't know where he'd come from or why he'd chosen to run across their territory, but the werebear had done some damage. Quite a lot.]

[Damien was absolutely irate, his mother and sisters close behind. Virgil was more frightened than anything, but he knew he needed to fix it before things got a lot worse.]

[He shouldered on his coat, hating the late winter cold. He may have been built for it- werewolf and all- but that didn't mean he appreciated it. He's huddled deep into his heavy clothing when he goes out, sniffing at the crisp air and searching out the scent of the werebear and heading in his direction.]

[Ralph doesn't remember what he destroyed. Even if he remembered his time as a werebear, he was full of rage and was wrecking everything in sight while out of his mind.

As he bumbles his way his way through the forest, he's not too stealthy or careful and there's probably a few branches that he walks right through, making quite a bit of mess and noise.

Ralph shouldn't be too hard to track, even after bathing, he's always got something of a stench and he's not making it difficult to find him.]

[Virgil made a small, disgusted noise as he caught the scent of their intruder. He may not have bathed as often as he should have, but he didn't smell like this. Hell, he may be a feral bear. That would be a sight.]

[The young man stepped unhappily over the debris of one chicken house, heading into the woods and following the scent.]

[Since he's still feeling pretty rough, Ralph decides to take a break. There's some berry bushes around and he plops down close to them with a thud. Virgil could possibly hear the sound, even from some distance away.

He starts munching on the berries, scarfing them down and not caring if he's making a mess. He takes after his wereform a little more than he'd casually admit.]

[He started at the distant thud, sighing angrily as he shifted into wolf form. The young man lifted his soft, worn leather bag with his mouth and took off in the direction of the sound.]

[The stench, the scent of berries, and soon he had located his target. Virgil sat down his bag safely behind a tree and returned to his human form- no use in attacking right off the bat- and stepped up behind Ralph.]

You, what do you think you're doing wandering around here?

[Ralph's not terribly observant, so he doesn't pick up the scents or sounds of Virgil coming in. Even if he was better at spotting things like that, he's too tired and preoccupied at the moment to focus on things like not getting snuck up upon.

When Virgil suddenly addresses him from behind, Ralph whips around, jumping up and making a noise that's a bizarre cross between a yelp and a bearlike snarl.

He's clearly surprised by his visitor, but since Virgil doesn't seem to be a threat, he takes a moment to calm down, breathing heavily from his sudden jolt of adrenaline.

Once he's caught his breath, he answers, sounding weary.]

I'm wonderin' that myself. I can't really remember the last few... hours?

[Virgil took a few steps back, baring his teeth in case Ralph decided to attack.]

I don't know what your problem is, then. You just rampaged across our property.

[He pointed harshly back in the direction he had come from.]

[A look of realization and horror crosses Ralph's face. His tone is shocked, but probably not shocked enough.]

I, uh, did what again?

You wrecked a big piece of our territory.

[He tilted his head, frowning a little more softly.]

...Do you not recall?

...Sorry 'bout that, I didn't realize I had, uh, wandered that far.

[He shakes his head.]

Not really, I just remember bein' angry.

I'm not too good at fixin' stuff, but I am good at carryin' things, I dunno if you'd trust me, but I can try to help rebuild what I smashed.

[Virgil still just seemed confused and a little angry.]

...Are you a new were?

[Ralph shakes his head.]

No, I've been one...well, a while. Not sure on the exact dates.

Hm.

[Virgil stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking up at Ralph.]

You don't know how to control it?

[Ralph frowns.]

That's th' thing. Usually I know how to control it.

Somethin' must've set me off. I dunno what, I'm tryin' to not think too hard about it, in case I get mad about it all over again.

Do you know how territorial other bears are?

[Virgil scowls a small bit, picking up his satchel to swing over his shoulder.]

My family and I tend to not mine, so long as you don't stick around. But my cousin; he's a bear. And you've torn up part of our land. So, watch out. He's not someone you want to be on the bad side of.

[Ralph shakes his head, about to answer that no, he didn't, when Virgil continues and gives him a warning.

He sighs.]

Thanks, I'll keep an eye out for 'im.

Uh, anyway, is there anything I can do to make up for th' mess?

You can come back and clean up.

Buy us some more- [He grimaced.] Chickens. You killed a lot of them.

[Ralph nods.]

I will, I promise. Do ya want me to come back now? Or should I lay low for a while?

[Ralph grimaces as well, though there's a part of him that wonders if he had eaten any of the chickens or if he had just senselessly killed them.

It didn't really matter, though, dead chickens were dead chickens.]

'Bout how many chickens do ya think you'll need?

Like... thirty.

[Yes, Ralph, you had eaten some. And he commended you, he didn't even like them cooked.]

Yeah, come on back. Damien's probably hibernating again by now.

[Ralph winces slightly, that was a lot of chickens. He'd be able to afford it, thank goodness, but transporting that many at once might be a problem.

He nods, then looks a little concerned.]

Okay, though, uh, is anybody else mad 'bout what I did?

[He wouldn't blame them if they were, but he wasn't too sure about walking back into an area full of people furious at him.]

My mother and sisters certainly aren't happy.

[Ralph thinks for a moment, scratching his cheek with a single finger.]

Uh...is there anything I could get 'em at town while I'm buyin' th' chickens?

[A little present might go a long way in repairing the relationships.]

...My sisters like comic books, and mother enjoys chocolate covered almonds and western novels.

[He nods, hands propped on his hips.]

[Ralph nods.]

Comic books, chocolate almonds, and books, got it.

Are there any certain kind of comics and books they like?

[While he didn't really read himself, he knew there were plenty of choices out there.]

Superman.

[He cocked an eyebrow, frowning back in the direction of home.]

Do you need an escort or something to town?

[Ralph shakes his head.]

Nah. Unless you'd feel more comfortable keepin' an eye on me and wanna make sure I hold up my end of the bargain.

[He really didn't care either way, but the extra set of hands might come in handy for transporting everything on the shopping list.]

[Virgil looks down at the satchel on his shoulder; there was a lot of empty space. He certainly could help bring it back. The wolf nodded.]

I'll got with you.

[Ralph shrugs.]

All right. I usually go this way, unless you prefer something different?

[He had pointed close to the direction they faced, but he had no idea if it went through any other territories, he usually just went his own way and did his own thing.]

[He shrugs as well, turning to follow behind.]

Whichever is fastest. We can cross my land if you're with me.

[Ralph thinks this over.]

I'm not sure which is quicker, I usually avoid yer territory. So, I dunno how long it takes to cut across it.

Just make a decision.

[He is terribly disinterested in your actions, Ralph.]

[Ralph huffs lightly thinking it over.]

I think I'd rather continue goin' my way. I don't wanna press my luck with yer group after I tore the place up.

Either way.

[He shifts the bag around, pulling out a small handful of jerky and munching it.]

[Ralph nods.]

Okay, we'll keep on goin' this way.

[He starts to lead the way again, though, when Virgil pulls out the jerky, he starts sniffing the air as he walked.]

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