#[ the drabble ran away from me a lil oopsydaisy ]

[salvagedsouls]

( v. can't wait to sink in | werewolf!dugan )

he's out on his own tonight. it's an unusual occurrence, but but after a blowup between everyone at the campsite he needed the space to cool off and get back to being okay. dugan didn't faze easily but once he was, being alone was best for everyone, including himself. so out on his own for awhile it was, listening to the sounds of the forest to try and calm the buzzing in his head.

he's out there for awhile, not too far from camp but maintaining distance for the rest of the afternoon and eventually wandering a little further when he can hear chatter from those who had already calmed back down. he's smart enough to not do much more, until eventually he has to concede it's time go back as darkness begins to fall. he makes it all of about two yards before something slams into his side, completely knocking the man off his feet and the air out of his lungs; he and his attacker go crashing through underbrush and leaves until they unfortunately find a tree in the way, leaving dugan dazed even as he finally shoves the other off. he gets as far as turning his head to look for who's responsible before he gets an answer: a low growling and a very large muzzle maybe three feet from his face. the stare-off lasts maybe seconds before the growling stops, the giant wolf's head cocking to one side and dugan figures this is it. he's still too shaken up to even try to fend a person off, let alone anything with teeth that sharp. but instead the thing whines, and dugan can't help flinching when it closes the distance only to lick the side of his head. a delayed sting tells him he's got a cut, and as he pushes up on one hand he notices another problem: a very torn up shoulder to go with the pain now kicking in. the damn thing had bitten him only to stop now and he winces again when it pushes against his side with another whine. whatever the hell is happening, this is not the bonding with nature he'd come out for. " apology accepted? " he finally mumbles in confusion, getting yet a third whine, though this one is much softer in volume. they sit there for who knows how long, giving dugan's heart time to stop racing and the ridiculousness of the scene to sink in, until eventually the wolf stands back up. it just stares at him again before finally padding off into the darkness of the forest. away from the campsite.

dugan is a turned werewolf, although he takes to the life surprisingly well. it doesn't do much in changing his temperament or outlook, once he gets past the original attack. mostly it amplified his positive traits, and the way he was turned made him very cautious as a wolf when out during shifts.

small note: unless plotted otherwise, bucky is the one who turned him. it can be optional about whether dugan knows.