The moon was full and Jasper's true form was unleashed upon the world. The beast that often lurked just beneath the skin. It felt odd, to be in this form, it was almost as if he were dreaming. He heard a scream, and ran towards it. He didn't know what he was doing, in his wolf form even he lost control to the beast sometimes, the beast and its urges.
Still he ran. He could soon smell the sweat, the fear, the booze and adrenaline mixed together in the night air. He lowered his head, sniffing the ground, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. His head shot up when the symphony of heavy footfalls neared him.
A growl, something closer to the sound of a grizzly than a wolf escaped his chest. His Ivory white teeth glistening in the moon light as he crept his way towards the smell of the drunk men. Once the growl was heard it didn't take long for the men to scatter. A beast the size of a large horse was enough to scare off most men, especially when not hunting the particular beast.
Falaen then turned, he could tell there was someone else there, he could smell its fear. He slowly crept closer, the slight hint of blood, as if from a small scrape or cut. It was most definitely a stinky human, that smell was definite. Nothing had quiet the aroma. He found himself looking at a tree, softly growling as his blue eyes grew closure, searching the darkness.