I use this tumblr to fuel my inspiration as I finish up my first full-length novel, starring a half-crazed werewolf and a desperate man trying to control her.
Here's a hint: he's not doing so well.
PS. It's also taking a while, so there are plenty more wolves to come.
"How did you…” started a bewildered Julian, but quickly snapped to “Open it! Quickly!” This was not the time for inquiries; the villainous presence was growing ever stronger. Blood was chilling, and spines lurching. The door’s throbbing grew heavier, and as Franz struggled with the linchpin lock, tension curdled to air.
Then, they arrived.
The first blast was the most horrifying. The weighty door suddenly spit forth six inch splinters, and a splitting gorge sizzled down the middle. The door violently bent and pounded, and a maddening howl tore through their ears. Through the wooden gash, they saw flashes of glistening fang, tearing nail and seeking eye. Wretched, hellish growls, snarls and barks stabbed in, as did a new shower of splinters, and with one final thump and boom, the massive door snapped in two.
Franz never once turned from his crucial work, though every fibre of his being wanted to see the horrors behind him. Willy and Julian both stared terror in its eyes, and couldn’t even rally a scream. Bones liquefied and minds scattered at what stood before them.
They had the bodies of men; very, very tall men, maybe seven feet tall when standing straight, though their bodies curled in beastly prowl and springy bounce. Their heads, however, were those of snapping, bestial wolves, with gargantuan, frothing maws lined by golden teeth, and eyes of utter aberration. They wore tailored suits and ties that crinkled and folded with their predatorial gestures, and atop their slobbering heads sat ironically classy bowler hats. The pack leader, who was a particularly scruffy-pelted fellow, spiked his whiskers and twitched his nose, then ululated viciously. Then, they leapt towards Willy, Julian and Franz, with only the hungriest of intentions.
Werewolves are adept trackers, being able to catalog and recognize a wide range of animal tracks. During times when game is lean, werewolf packs often become nomadic, straying from their established territories to track game, often following spoors for days between sightings. Being powerful athletes, werewolves will chase prey for hours without tiring, pack-mates taking turns chasing larger pray animals such as caribou until they wear down their target’s stamina. Werewolves often will then drive their exhausted prey into their hidden, waiting pack-mates or away from their herd, allowing them to be cornered.