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The last werewolves he'd fought, he hadn't held back anything — he'd torn and clawed at them with no concern whether or not they survived. It was hard not to think of Alice again as he intercepted the smaller werewolf in a similar manner as the one that'd launched itself at her, his shoulder met belly and chest and he took him to the ground. That was where the similarities ended: he had superior weight and strength, and the other werewolf hit the ground at a tumble and then Leon was in his face, pushing his advantage and increasing the space between them and Rita.
What challenged him most was not hurting the other werewolf. He could've easily leaped on him, pinned him down, caught his throat in his jaws and torn it away, but he knew without Rita having to tell him that this was different; it was someone out in the woods after a deer, not the werewolves that had attacked Alice and Rita. He snapped at air, dodged attacks, and otherwise kept the other werewolf occupied until he yelped and began his transformation back to human form.
Leon glanced at Rita when she approached and placed a restraining hand on him, and he took a step back as she went to help the boy. Rita could protect herself against a werewolf in human form that wasn't able to shift freely, but there was still enough of a risk that he could hurt her that Leon didn't allow himself to relax fully. He tensed and moved to stand closer to Rita when the verbal abuse started, but that's all that came of it — he was all talk, and it made him wonder how different his relationship with Rita would've been if he'd spouted that sort of vitriol at her when they'd first met.
He remained where he was until Becca came into the clearing and then he shot her his best disappointed expression with the face he had and snorted, but relaxed when he felt Rita pushing her fingers through his fur. The amount of trust she showed him while he was in his other form still had the ability to floor him, and he watched her fondly as she went to tend to Nate. Who, by all appearances, was going to be a difficult little shit, but he didn't put it past Rita to have him tamed before he got back.
When he followed after Rebecca, he was amused by how frequently she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide. He could smell the adrenaline in her sweat, could see in the way she moved that she was anticipating an attack and fighting with every fiber of her being to not run away, but she handled herself well enough until she could deposit his clothes behind a tree as Rita had requested. He waited until she scampered off before he shifted back and pulled on all his clothes — she'd even gathered his shirt from the car.
Thoughtful little witch.
He'd just finished tying off his shoelaces when Rita found him and he stood and gathered the hand not holding the first aid kit in his, then pulled her to him after she'd finished talking so he could press a kiss to her cheek, then to her lips. He remained close as he released her hand to run his palm up and down the length of her arm as he frowned and looked the direction the other werewolf sat.
"I'll try," he said, "but I don't see me doing any better." She'd gone to school to learn how to talk to people, had done it for a living, and he'd what, guided tours and waited tables? Yeah, he'd talked to people, too, but they'd typically been adults and just wanted their wine or food as quickly as possible, not pissed off teenage werewolves. He stole another kiss, squeezed her arm, then made his way back to the clearing and stopped in front of Nate.
"Hey," he said, and took note of the supplies that Rita had left behind, but didn't move to touch them. "Rita's just trying to help and gonna be honest, you're being a huge dick. But that's the plan, isn't it? Make us leave you alone?"
What challenged him most was not hurting the other werewolf. He could've easily leaped on him, pinned him down, caught his throat in his jaws and torn it away, but he knew without Rita having to tell him that this was different; it was someone out in the woods after a deer, not the werewolves that had attacked Alice and Rita. He snapped at air, dodged attacks, and otherwise kept the other werewolf occupied until he yelped and began his transformation back to human form.
Leon glanced at Rita when she approached and placed a restraining hand on him, and he took a step back as she went to help the boy. Rita could protect herself against a werewolf in human form that wasn't able to shift freely, but there was still enough of a risk that he could hurt her that Leon didn't allow himself to relax fully. He tensed and moved to stand closer to Rita when the verbal abuse started, but that's all that came of it — he was all talk, and it made him wonder how different his relationship with Rita would've been if he'd spouted that sort of vitriol at her when they'd first met.
He remained where he was until Becca came into the clearing and then he shot her his best disappointed expression with the face he had and snorted, but relaxed when he felt Rita pushing her fingers through his fur. The amount of trust she showed him while he was in his other form still had the ability to floor him, and he watched her fondly as she went to tend to Nate. Who, by all appearances, was going to be a difficult little shit, but he didn't put it past Rita to have him tamed before he got back.
When he followed after Rebecca, he was amused by how frequently she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide. He could smell the adrenaline in her sweat, could see in the way she moved that she was anticipating an attack and fighting with every fiber of her being to not run away, but she handled herself well enough until she could deposit his clothes behind a tree as Rita had requested. He waited until she scampered off before he shifted back and pulled on all his clothes — she'd even gathered his shirt from the car.
Thoughtful little witch.
He'd just finished tying off his shoelaces when Rita found him and he stood and gathered the hand not holding the first aid kit in his, then pulled her to him after she'd finished talking so he could press a kiss to her cheek, then to her lips. He remained close as he released her hand to run his palm up and down the length of her arm as he frowned and looked the direction the other werewolf sat.
"I'll try," he said, "but I don't see me doing any better." She'd gone to school to learn how to talk to people, had done it for a living, and he'd what, guided tours and waited tables? Yeah, he'd talked to people, too, but they'd typically been adults and just wanted their wine or food as quickly as possible, not pissed off teenage werewolves. He stole another kiss, squeezed her arm, then made his way back to the clearing and stopped in front of Nate.
"Hey," he said, and took note of the supplies that Rita had left behind, but didn't move to touch them. "Rita's just trying to help and gonna be honest, you're being a huge dick. But that's the plan, isn't it? Make us leave you alone?"
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