The Unraveling - It Creeps

The woman with feline spots questions him, but Idris isn't given a chance to even think of an answer. Several wolves began to attack the beast without it even showing aggression. Why would they be so... quick to deem this thing a monster? It appeared as one yet, but were they not the same if they were going to behave worse? More wolves approached, attacking without planning, without thinking. Idris grew more furious with their idiocy. Of course, he had no idea of the other worms, the disease, everything else. He had been hiding out on the island for some time now, keeping to himself. Why couldn't the worm keep to itself too?

He watches as the worm-monster-beast accepts the rabbit. It seems to enjoy the meat and attempts to continue until the barrage of violence infuriates it. Idris' eyes widen as he witnesses wolves around him become injured. And apparently, next is his turn. Without any time to react, a tendril whips in his direction, slashing across his chest. Pain radiates out from the wound as blood slides down his white fur. Anger builds as he focuses his attention on the worm. How dare it be so bold as to attack him without prompting!

Surging forward, Idris joins the fray. Tuning out the rest, he looks for the smartest place of attack. If they whittle it down, slowly tear it apart, surely it would be no match for how many wolves had gathered. Leaping forward, he aims for the closest tendril, willing his teeth to grasp around the flying appendage as if his life depended on it.