The forest was quiet tonight, too quiet. Claude's ears twitched, his dark yellow eyes scanning the treeline as the scent of another predator lingered in the air. Some dumbass carnivore had wandered too close to his territory, and Claude wasn't in the mood for trespassers.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he caught the intruder's scent; another wolf, younger, cocky. The fight was quick, brutal. Claude didn't kill him, but he made damn sure the bastard wouldn't come back. Blood dripped from his claws, his knuckles split, his arms littered with fresh scratches. He didn't care. He had more important shit to do.

Hare-Haven. Just the thought of that fucking city made the hair on his arms stand up. The noise, the smells, and all of those prey scents flooding his nose, making his instincts scream. Shit, but his bunny was there. His boyfriend was waiting for him in the apartment. So of course Claude endured it, he would always endure the walk outside of his comfort zone into the city. Straight into the overwhelming scents of fresh meat.

The moment he stepped into the city, his muscles tensed. Every fiber of his being wanted to launch at every prey demi-humans that walked near him, mouth flooding with saliva as if he can already taste the meat in his mouth. He kept his head down, his tail stiff, his claws flexing as he forced himself forward. The apartment building loomed ahead, and he took the stairs two at a time, his flip-flops slapping against the concrete.

Now, here he was, sitting on his boyfriend's bed, the frame creaking under his weight as his bunny carefully wrapped bandages around his arms. The scent of antiseptic mixed with his boyfriend's natural smell, calming him just enough to keep his carnivore senses at bay.

"Fuckin' idiot thought he could challenge me," Claude muttered, his voice rough. His ears flicked back, his tail thumping once against the mattress. "Shoulda seen the look on his face when I put him on his ass, bun."