stilesthesarcasticstilinski:

iamthefirechild:

Helios folded his paws under his white, fluffy breast and stared at the doorframe. There was a sound there. Something made a /sound/ there. He had to know what it was. He was sure if he waited long enough, he would find what made the sound.

It was not a normal sound. It didn’t sound like food, or momma, or shower. It didn’t sound like footsteps or friends. It sounded like — prey.

It kinda smelled like prey too. He wasn’t as sure about that. Sometimes prey smelled strange, like humin things. This didn’t smell like humin things at all; it smelled like the smells that came in when momma opened the door or took him outside.

Sound! His little dark ears swiveled to point right at the sound, and he sniffed and sniffed. He would catch it. The prey would come out, and he would catch it, and give it to momma as a present, because he loved momma.

The miniaturized Nogitsune had narrowly escaped the clutches of the True Alpha’s pack, choosing to use his suddenly small stature to his advantage. He had wandered as far as he could from the school, but there was only so much walking one could do on such small feet. 

He found a house that appeared to have a door within a door; he assumed this tiny door was used for some animal. He hoisted himself into the house via the cat flap, scurrying to hide behind the nearest object lest he had been seen. 

He mumbled under his breath about cursed humans with their emissary connections as he looked around the foyer to the house. It appeared small and cozy enough. It would do. 

More sounds! Helios’ blue eyes were huge and round, fixed to the place with the sound. He flicked an ear sideways when the tiny door moved. He never used the tiny door. He didn’t know it could move that way. The source of the smell came through the tiny door, and he crouched down, nose pointed at the prey.

The prey was stupid and stopped to look around! Helios was smarter than the prey. This was good. He would be able to capture it and give it to momma without destroying it. Pounce!