Drew On- Stalk

Crouching on all fours, Drew edged nearer, cutting his way through the briars and bracken as he stalked toward the road’s edge. The route he took would allow the rider to get within bowshot of Red Rufus and afford him the chance to launch an attack at the same moment. Each footfall was silent, the measured steps of the Wolf bringing him closer to his quarry. He dropped into a ditch that ran beside the ancient trail, the rider close now, a dozen yards or so away. Drew let his clawed hand slide around Moonbrand, dark flesh closing around the white leather grip. His jaws locked and broadened, lengthening into a muzzle, canines growing, gray hair peppering his face as his yellow eyes focused on the enemy. Drew tensed his body, leg muscles straining, ready to spring.

When the rider was parallel with him, Drew sprang forward, flying from the undergrowth directly toward him. Drew unsheathed Moonbrand at the height of his bound, the steel glowing with a pale blue light, illuminating both the Werewolf in all his monstrous glory and the foe he was about to strike.

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