Join The Pack.

It's a strange scent which has been nagging at the back of your mind the whole time you have been tracking "Aunty Jean" and that with your proximity is finally strong enough for you to properly identify which decides you.

"Jean is IN HEAT!" You realize with a start, and your newly enhanced instincts shove you out into the growing light of dawn.

"Which of you bitches is the alpha?!?" You demand, drawing the survival knife you brought strapped to a belt, the only article of clothing you are wearing because none of the rest fit after you transformed.

All of these mutant dog-women start in shock but swiftly look over at "Jean".

"So, you seem to be responsible for my current 'condition', and I can't go back to the city like this or I would be shot by the police, so, I am challenging you for the position of Alpha 'Auntie Jean', draw steel and face me!" you challenge.

Jean inhails through flared nostrils, eyes flashing, then...