Griffiths werewolf attack collab.

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As he was packing himself in for the night, Griffith was struck by how quiet it was. Night had come, but a group of teenagers in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly condusive to silence.

Then he heard the wolf howl.

[i]Could they... No, that's ridiculous.[/i]. Then he heard the wolf howl again, much closer to camp.  [i]Fuck.  Would any of them actually have wandered off in the middle of a forest at night?[/i]  And then he remembered that they had bust out the alcohol.  [i]They would if they were drunk enough.[/i]  Knowing that, on his own, he didn't stand a chance against a wolf, he dug around in his pack for something with which he might defend himself.  He was beginning to kick himself for not bringing a gun, or even his sword.  [i]No good weapons in sight.  Fuck.[/i]. He found an spare tent spike in his bag.  [i]This will have to do.[/i]  He unzipped his tent and stepped out into the night.

As Griffith left the camp the wolf was not that far from the camp itself it silently stalked behind some trees sticking low to the ground as low as it could go. It quietly followed behind Griffith as its prey got further and further away from the camp the wolf started to let out a very low growl once more as it finally came out of the bushes in front of Griffith baring its teeth at him and suddenly started barking at him.

When the wolf emerged from the undergrowth, Griffith froze.  [i]Dear god, there it is.  It's massive.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Why is it so big?  How is it so big?[/i]  He toyed with the tent spike in his grip.  [i]It's barking.  Why is it barking?  Is it calling for its pack?  No way I'm running from this thing.[/i]  He took up a more balanced posture as his breathing grew heavy.  [i]One chance.  I've got one chance or I'm a dead man.[/i]. He held his arms out in front of him.  His heart was thundering in his chest.  [i]If this thing doesn't jump at me soon my chest is going to burst.[/i]

The wolf started to notice Griffith was now starting to take a more balanced stance, it slowly started to stalk around its prey searching for the right opening to strike. It growled once more and snarled once more, before it finally lundged forward aiming right for the hand that was holding the tent spike. Using its massive weight it easily tackled Griffith to the ground pinning him to the ground.

The force of hitting the ground knocked the air from his lungs.  The tent spike hadn't been knocked from his hand as he had feared it would be, but being pinned between his chest and that of the massive beast had rendered it useless.  [i]I'm dead.  I'm a dead man.  I can't bring it down like this, and even if I could get the spike free I wouldn't be able to do anything in time.  And then the others...[/i]. His face contorted into a mask of rage.  [i]This piece if shit wants to go after [b]my[/b] friends?![/i]. If he couldn't kill it, he could still do some serious harm.  He balled his free hand into a fist, and slammed it into the wolf's leg.

The wolf started gnawing on Griffiths arm while still growling at him and started thrashing its head against Griffith arm, and then it howled in pain when Griffith slammed his first into its leg and lessend its grip on its preys arm before finally letting go of him. The wolf growled once more at him before limping back off into the woods.

[i]Damn.  Goddamn.  It got away.  Limp or no there's no way its gonna... The camp... Everyone...[/i]  His gaze grew dark as the blood seeped from his wounds.  And he slipped into unconsciousness.