Bearly Concentrating

[wreckofaguy]

[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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[nobirdsallowed]

[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.]