Aaron werewolf attack collab.

Aaron sighed quietly to himself as he prodded at the peg at the back corner of his tent. The night so far had actually been going reasonably well and he'd loved sitting around the campfire with everyone, drinking a few beers and just watching the world go by. Now it seemed that everyone had dispersed but he found solitude in himself as he stared at the peg that was unwilling to sink deep into the ground. A rock. A heavy rock would do. He scowered the area around him briefly before frowning. Perhaps he could find something that would work beyond the glow of the campfire so he rose slowly to his feet, brushed down his shorts and headed between the trees, his flashlight now pulled from his pocket.  However it was at that moment he heard the thud of footsteps followed by a much duller hitting sound. He stopped in his tracks and turned, staring back out through the trees. The sound of what could have been movement...dragging...but as he broke out of the trees by his tent. Nothing. 

After the wolf had finished its attack on Matt it heard some movement coming closer, it silently started stalking again noticing that Aaron was fairly close. It silently stalked closer towards Aaron while still being hidden under the bushes and started to let out its growl warning Aaron to not get any closer but it still remained hidden in the bushes.

Aaron could feel his breathing growing faster, his eyes flickering around the camp. It was probably nothing, just an animal burrowing in the foliage or one of the others fooling around. Yeah, it was probably that because they'd all disappeared off somewhere. He felt his pockets, trying to feel for the sturdy weight of his pen knife. It wasn't particularly impressive but it had been his father's and it had all the essentials for a trip like this. Except he could visualise it in the end of his bag in the tent. He had just pulled out his flashlight when the growling started and he looked over his shoulder first before turning completely. His shoulders were rounded, his eyes darting back and forth as he registered the ominous noise. He didn't advance. He just stayed steady. "This really is your shittest joke yet guys," 

However it was not even a joke over half of Aarons friends already had been attacked by the same wolf that had been stalking the camp for the past several hours. The wolf would then let out a very loud howl and came out of the bushes slowly circling around Aaron baring its teeth at him.

The moment the creature emerged from the bushes, Aaron knew this was no longer a joke or anything any of his friends could have constructed. Before him stood a beast of nature with a striking pelt and a set of teeth that made Aaron's body rush with a wave of fear. It was not afraid of him as it came forward and began to move. And suddenly his mind was off, recalling all the things his father had taught him about wild animals. Snakes. Bears. Wolves. Wolves lived in packs so there could be more around and the howls could have been signalling them. It chilled him. He raised his large hands and kepts his palms outstretched, his head to the side a little to avoid eye contact but he did not stop watching the wolf move. He couldn't run, a wolf was faster. The fire was too far for him to grasp a branch and now he was stuck in its rotation. Calm. He had to appear calm. 

Continuing baring its teeth at Aaron the wolf continued to slowly circle around Aaron waiting for the right moment to charge him. Knowing that he had strayed to far from camp like the others, this wolf didnt belong to any sort of pack and growled even more. And then the wolf quickly strikes and lundged straight towards Aaron, as it attempted to tackle him to the ground.

Aaron knew his chances were slim. He wondered if the wolf had caught the scent of food and decided to arrive for whatever was left over. Unless he was going to be the wolf's entire meal. He could never have seen the moment coming that the wolf finally decided to strike. It was huge, heavy and, despite everything Aaron had ever worked up for, much stronger than him. For just a few moment he managed to support the beast's weight, burrowing his hands in its scruff and trying to hold his ground from the body position he'd adapted moments ago but it was no good and he felt one of his knees give way. He wanted to call for the others but the wolf would be upon him with those teeth. His father had taught him about animal attacks so he took his advice and wrestled his way beneath him to curl his body up tight, one arm over his face and the side of his neck while the other tried to shove at the animal's muzzle. 

When the wolf finally had Aaron on the ground, before it could sink its teeth into Aarons neck he had already covered his face and neck with his arm. Using the only thing to bit on the wolf moved away from Aarons arm. And then suddenly and violently bit down onto Aarons arm sinking its teeth into his arm. Then it started to thrash its head around while growling and pulling at Aarons arm.

Aaron knew that wolves by nature went for the jugular of their prey and if he was prey, he wasn't going to make the easiest choice an option. Yet, it didn't mean he didn't cry out in pain when he felt the teeth sink deep into his flesh. He tried to throw kicks at it, at least dislodge it but he could feel the sheer force as it threw its head back and forth, practically threatening to rip his elbow or shoulder free from his body. 

The wolf just growled louder when Aaron landed a few kicks to its chest but continued to gnaw on Aarons arm before finally letting go and went towards Aarons left leg, And started to bite down on Aarons thigh.

Aaron wasn't one to give up without a fight and despite the fact he could feel the blood pouring from his arm, his adrenaline was pumping to keep his heart thundering. The wolf was certainly not done to him and as Aaron tried to shove himself up he felt an excruciating twinge shoot down his injured arm that knocked him back onto the floor a little. As teeth sunk in once more, he tried to thrash, the position of the bite making it so hard to even trying to scramble away so he just gripped at the fur and tried to throw whatever he could managed with the clenched fist of his good arm. 

As the wolf was hit several times from Aarons good arm it would let out a whimper when Aaron hit it across the head and finally it would let go of Aarons leg leaving him mangled in the woods. The wolf would howl once more as it fled.

Aaron couldn't believe it had actually worked but at last the brute ceased its onslaught on his leg and fled, not without striking that sound through his chest again. Blood was seeping onto the ground around him from the two wounds on his body, the leg of his shorts rapidly becoming doused with blood. The wood around him was pressing now and for the first time in his life he hated nature. He hated the emptiness and the lack of resources for when you were actually in a state. He couldn't move and as he tried to shove himself up he just toppled over onto his front, cheek flat against the ground. A large rock sat a metre or so away, perfect for banging in a peg, and he eyed it hatefully as his vision began to fuzz at the edges before he sank into unconsciousness.