Prompt: Write a scene with crows flying above a dead animal within 100 words(via r/WritingPrompts)
How can it end like this? The sun is high baking the gravel road that I find myself trapped on. All I wanted to do was scare the girls. It should have been simple; hide in the bushes and strike.
The first crow has arrived. It's pecking at the open wound on my leg, pulling away fat and pieces of muscle with each peck. From the waist down, I'm back to my human form; nude.
His friends have come to dine upon a werewolf in mid-shift; a special treat.
A lesson learned to late: Don't fuck with mother nature.