They all three rolled as he hissed and they snarled. Tinker was slashing with her teeth and claws, aiming for the underbelly that had been so successful on the deer. The huge wolf  raked at her with his massive black hind claws, ripping her own soft belly. The wound wasn’t life threatening and Tinker was caught up in the struggle that she was feeling no pain.<br/><br/>Warren was able to grab one by the leg and yanked hard breaking it before letting go and turning to the third wolf. Tinker lay to the side, sides heaving, resting for a bit but soon found her feet again, turning toward the fray. Warren’s superior size and cat reflexes gave him advantage and soon the third was running away with his tail tucked between his legs.<br/><br/>Warren had several bites but they were closing up. Tinker had never seen the healing power of a shifter in action and was amazed at how quickly recovering. With a sudden snap of the neck, Warren took care of the two remaining wolves. She heard his voice in her head,<br/>“Can’t allow them to heal.” Was his terse explanation.<br/><br/>Tinker sat up, licking at the long bleeding scratches down her tummy. The pale white skin of her belly was gleaming with oozing red blood. The pain was starting to tell now, and burned like long furrows of lightening. Warren snapped his head in a follow me motion and she groaned a little as she made to follow him.<br/><br/>They didn’t stop until nightfall and found an abandoned house this time to rest in. By this time, Tinker was staggering, having trouble focusing on just one of the Warrens for there seemed to be two. Her tongue seemed too big for her mouth and she kept stumbling over her feet. Something was wrong, for she felt as if she were growing larger and more clumsy.<br/><br/>The house was dark and smelled empty. Warren did something human to open the door. Tinker felt so bad now she didn’t pay attention to exactly what. She hoped no one would attack them for she couldn’t fight just now. She followed him inside and immediately collapsed in a corner amid a pile of rattling dry leaves. Closing her eyes, she sought sleep.<br/><br/>Tinker whimpered in her sleep and for the first time in her life, she felt truly cold. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around her opalescent white body, seeking to cover herself with her thick black tail. The only fur she seemed to have. But it wasn’t her tail. This had no life of its own. Drawing her knees to her chest, Tinker felt like her head would explode and her stomach was about to empty its contents on the floor.<br/>With a groan, she woke and pushed herself up to a seated position. Holding out her hand, she looked in horror at her perfect little black claws on the ends of human hands!<br/><br/>“Warren,Warren!” she said in pack speak. “Something is wrong. Help me!”