Russ stood in the center of pack's grove with the pale light of the full moon shining down on him. He stood under its radiance while the rest of the pack stood back in shadow forming a loose circle. The moon light seemed to lighten his short cut hair, turning it from a dark blonde to a liquid silver. He took in a deep breath through his nostrils to steady himself. He could smell the forest and the combined scent of all the other werewolves gathered around him. His face was set like stone as he renewed his determination.
"I have chosen a mate," he said in a loud, strong voice to the others circled around him, "I call to Brittany to come and join with me." His finger rose to point to her in the crowd. This was the moment of truth. He had taken the risk of rejection, now he waited to see the result of his action.
Brittany stepped out from the shadows so that moonlight could cast its glow on her. Long, sable hair hung loosely over her shoulders. It seemed silk smooth in the silvery light. The light blue of her eyes seemed to take on a slight glow. All of this stood out against pale skin that seemed to be cast from the very light of the moon. To Russ's relief she smiled and announced, "I accept."
That was only the first step though. Russ bellowed loudly his challenge, "Does anyone challenge my claim to this bitch?"
"I do!" roared Trevor as he stepped out into the light while tugging off his shirt. He was tall and burly compared to Russ. He snarled at Russ. Trevor had long held a grudge against Russ, and he had also hoped to take Brittany as his. He was not going to waste time on ceremony and began to transform. He was going straight for the warform, the most beastly aspect. He wanted blood, there would be no restraint.
Russ had expected this and snarled in turn. "Then face me dog," he growled the insult as his own transformation started. His body grew rapidly, increasing in both height and muscle mass. Clothing ripped and burst apart as he outgrew it or he reached down and pulled it apart to free himself of any impediment in the coming battle. His legs twisted and reshaped with sickening cracks and pops to digitigrade, canine legs. He stretched till he would have stood near seven feet tall if he were not crouched forward while his already wide shoulders spread more as muscle mass bulked up to give him inhuman strength. His face elongated into a muzzle while his teeth shifted to become long, razor sharp fangs. Hands became rending claws while dark gray fur spread to cover his body. Ears moved up his head to become longer and stand out straight while his eyes took on a yellow cast. His genitals grew and reshaped towards a more hybrid quality, and pulled back into his body for safety from the coming conflict.
In a matter of heartbeats the two men were now giant, bipedal wolves. The two werewolves faced each other with blood lust in their eyes. Trevor in his black furred warform still towered over Russ, but Russ did not back down. Neither was about to wait on the other to move and launched forward to go on the offensive.
While Trevor leapt to come down from on high, Russ stepped to the side. Trevor's vicious slash caught only air, but left him open to Russ's claws. Russ raked his clawed hands over Trevor's chest leaving bloody gouges. The wounds were deep, but nothing that a werewolf could not heal. In theory the fight was not suppose to be lethal in any event, but the rage had been boiling in both for a long time.
Trevor came around fast, intent on grappling Russ. Russ knew this to be to Trevor's advantage with his greater size and strength, but still met the attack head on. The two fell into a clawing, biting embrace. Trevor landed a hard punch across Russ's muzzle. Russ in turn brought up a leg for a powerful kick into Trevor's abdomen. Trevor tried to pin down Russ's arms, wanting to strike at the smaller werewolf's throat with his fangs. Russ may have lacked Trevor's bulk but was not an unskilled combatant. Dropping low, Russ was able to grab hold of Trevor's waist and lift him, then slam him down onto the ground.
