It had been a few weeks since the attack. A few weeks of recovery, though not nearly enough to fully heal if you didn't take the time he'd tried to eat a bear into consideration, but he was able to get around again. Able to look for the creature that he'd attacked, the only attack he remembered, and see if they were really the same as his brothers.
It wasn't often that Alex didn't feel the pull to eat somebody, so it was fairly special when it happened. He hadn't had it happen with someone new before though, the bonds had already been established with his brothers when he got turned and he'd never really made any sort of new bonds after that. Four was enough for an independent coven, more than that and you began to run into complications.

The complications were now, with Alex making his way through a new territory. He'd thought the creature, Sam, would have been in the one that she'd gotten attacked in but there was such little scent lingering there that it wouldn't have been possible. So he searched, and searched, and searched. Not in the snow, the swamp, the desert.. but maybe the island? so he'd waited until it was dark and the tide was out before making his way over. Sam was on the island, no doubts there. He made sure to eat before he went over though, didn't want any accidents or anything when trying to make a.. less terrible impression on a bonded one.

He'd washed shortly after he gained full control over himself, knocking off layer after layer of dried and matted blood and gore. It was almost impressive. He wasn't really used to having to heal and he wasn't sure if he'd have died or not, but he didn't. He didn't smell bad anymore, and he was alive. Pretty solid. He missed his brothers though.

But right now, he was hiding outside of Sam's house. He'd been watching her for a few days. She was distracted by something, multiple little heartbeats suggested that it was babies, and hadn't been out as much. He wanted to take advantage of the first time she'd left, but quickly figured out that he had to be careful. There were other powerful people here, and he didn't fancy more injuries. It was another day for her to get into a position that he could approach without danger.

She was in the jungle now, he didn't know what she was doing but it was now or never.. or another week anyways. She had nowhere to run, surrounded by trees too dense to run through on all sides. "[glow=white,1,400]Sam.[/glow]" He'd start, stepping towards her. "[glow=white,1,400]don't freak out, just listen. I'm not here to hurt you again, I'm not here to do anything bad. I think we've got a bond, I've been feeling your pain and emotions. I literally had a dream about you.[/glow]" I mean, put it right out there. Hopefully she didn't try attacking him, he didn't wanna hurt her or get hurt.

In those few weeks, Sam had changed bodies, helped give birth to a litter of children, and slowly grew the taste of wrath upon her tongue. The doberman- male bodied, but the antlers and eyes remained the same- hardly stepped away from the children these days. But there were overwhelming feelings in her stomach, something sickly. Something that made her pause, turning her head, staring towards the walls, breathing hitched and her ears flat to her head. Something.. that was unnatural. No, another Grey vision?

She didn't know.

Sam fled to the jungle, like she had last time. It'd be the same way- the Grey Man behind her, hands reaching for her head, to crush it. Crush it, Crush it, Crush it- she stopped as she stared towards the undergrowth, her wings shuffling, trapped against the thick wall. But hearing those words made her head turn. Grey Men didn't speak. Her eyes stared towards the dire wolf, and a snarl crossed her muzzle. Her heart started to beat, too fast, blood pumping to her brain and causing her to lower down, teeth bared.

"Bastard. I don't give a shit what you want, you tried to fucking EAT ME." Her words were nowhere short of shouting, her fur standing on end and the doberman about to bark. Her wings has stretched out a bit, as it to make her bigger. One trick that all dogs and wolves knew.

"SPEECH"

obviously she was terrified. fucking fantastic, Alex. It was pretty obvious that she'd be upset and think you'd eat her again, or something like that. He should've probably not stayed as a wolf when he went to talk to her. "[glow=white,1,400]I.. fuck, yeah. I probably tried to eat you, going by how I woke up.[/glow]" It wasn't really his fault if he wasn't in control of himself? eh, probably not. "[glow=white,1,400]Would it be better if you could one-up me now? If you could be the one eatin' me? hurting me? fine.[/glow]"

A minute, some violent snapping of bone and unnatural twisting of muscle, and a smaller version of the dog stood. Alex wasn't the best at shapeshifting, it was easier before this stupid world, and he usually had to go off of whatever was in front of him. hence, him being a smaller version of Samantha. "[glow=white,1,400]it wasn't me in control when 'I' was tryna eat you, jesus christ.[/glow]" It wasn't hard not to be that intimidated by the now larger dog, but it was a bit fuckin' weird to be small now. He sounded like a kid. Gross.

Her ears flattened against her head. What kind of fucking question was that. The snarl made her lips lift, feet shifting and eyes narrowing. "The fuck do you mean?" Her speech slipped back into the deep Californian, rich in tone, but terribly angry at points. "Fucking idiot, why would I do that? I'm no savage." She spat. Well, that was a lie at points, considering how close she had been to eating Aphra, but that was besides the point.

She stood taller, as he became smaller, her wings pulling back in towards her. A withering eye was cast on him, judging him whole-heartedly. "Don't 'jesus christ' me." She mocked, making a small 'tch' to herself. "I saved my own ass, and we both know it." Sam replied sharply, stepping forward. She hated being backed into corners.

"SPEECH"

"[glow=white,1,400]No, actually, I don't know. I sorta woke up and bam: there you were. No fucking clue about how I got there or what.[/glow]"
Alex was stuck in this fucking weirdass place with weirdass animals, he didn't know how he'd gotten here and he didn't exactly fucking wanna be here. "[glow=white,1,400]You're no savage? well fuckin, good for ya. I am, not a right surprise there, but I don't normally go around eatin' everyone that I can because that ain't exactly what people do. Not that I'm a 'people' anymore.[/glow]"

He wasn't sure what the fuck he was anymore, some bigass wolf that could turn into other things. Hell, He'd been able to shapeshift for nearly three god damned centuries and all he'd been able to turn into was a wolf, bat, and a cat. Not much variation compared to the shit he was able to do now.
"[glow=white,1,400]You did.. fuck! I don't even know what you did. I pretty much fuckin' woke up there when you told me to like, 'lie down' or some shit like that. s'like something fuckin snapped in my goddamn head.[/glow]" He was backing up a step as Sam walked towards him, not really realising. He wasn't stupid, he wouldn't fight someone larger than him, especially if they got a bond.