"You're the werewolf, shouldn't you be able to tell us how to survive in the woods?" It was the girl from the trio of people he was trying to travel with in Tibet. Oz had known she was going to be a pain in the ass from the moment they met.
"Werewolf from a large urban area, my experience in woods is a one hour nature hike in cub scouts." And the scout leader had called it off early because it was too hot and he had a date. Camping was not exactly Oz territory.
"So, we're travelling with someone who can't protect us and can't find his way in the woods. Great, what use were you again?" She had her hands on her hips and the elaborately made up eyes were narrowed as she glared at him.
Oz knew better than to try and debate, they had decided to come along with him on their own after all. Maybe she'd remember that on her own but if he pointed it out he was going to get a tantrum of Cordy-esque proportions.
Instead he shrugged without a word and slung his guitar case across his back with the pack he was carrying. There was a week until the full moon and he wanted to be away from these people before that happened. No sense eating little miss trendy over there when he had an excuse.
They stopped to rest near a creek. It was one of the guides they were supposed to look for to reach the village where he was leaving the rest of the travellers behind to continue on looking for the monks he'd been told about.
It was a scene that looked like it was straight out of one of those nature paintings. Damp moss and the tangy smell of fresh water surrounded them. Oz looked at their surroundings and expected to feel something, or anything, with the wolf inside. There was the same feeling he always got in anything approaching wilderness, the vague feeling of wanting to be somewhere you could plug in an amp or have a shower.
Apparently the wolf liked civilization better too.
Fandom BtVS and AtS
word count 360