A Close Shave

Howls echoed seemingly endlessly throughout the surrounding areas and woods. Fizzy’s house was dark, no lights or candles giving any inkling of light. The inside of Fizzy’s room was pitch black, but he knew it like the back of his paw and navigated the darkness with ease with minimal stubbed toes. With some rustling Fizzy had secured his satchel and headed quietly out the back door.

“Ok,” Fizzy said after taking in a deep breath, “Gotta find some…” he lowered his head as a chill ran up his spine. “...some werewolf fur.” 

Fizzy had heard from those not infected that everyone was scrambling to find enough amounts of the four apparent ingredients to manufacture a cure for the poor waterdogs and watercats that contracted lycanthropy. Now, only the bravest of the waterdogs and watercats were attempting to get the elusive locks of werewolf fur. Fizzy, who is much more of a flight over fight due to his high speed running, didn't consider himself very brave, but was hoping to use that speed to his advantage.

“Man, this black sky really isn’t gonna help me see very well, though the full moon gives me at least some light to work with.” Fizzy whispered to himself as he headed into the forest behind his house. He thought though there might be a higher concentration of weredogs and cats in the woods, he would have a much easier time to hide if and when he would need to. 

A loud snap sent Fizzy prone as his head darted fully around him trying to determine the source of the sound. After a few moments his eyes were able to focus in on a large weredog about one hundred feet away. Fizzy stuck low to the ground and crawled towards the intimidating beast. Once he was about fifty feet away he would pause to reach into his satchel and pull out a small pair of scissors to snip some fur.

“Ok ok ok, you've got this.” Fizzy said in his head several times as he drew to his goal. Forty feet, thirty feet, twenty, ten. Fizzy was now mere inches away from the weredog who at this point had laid down and was distracted eating something that Fizzy was unable to make out. Leaning forward he snipped a large lock of fur off its tail, the few seconds that it took feeling like an absolute eternity. After putting the scissors bag into his bag along with the fur in a glass container Fizzy got a little too excited at accomplishing his mission.

“Yes yes yes! I did it!” He said to himself not realizing he had said it out loud.

The weredog’s ears shot up in attention as it turned to face Fizzy crouched down behind him. The beast showed his teeth and growled loudly at the much smaller waterdog. Fizzy leapt up like a rabbit and dashed full speed out of the woods with the weredog in tow. Weaving in a out of the trees Fizzy would eventually hit a break to a roadside. He kept running on the road and turned for a brief moment to find that the beast in question had broken off, presumably going back to their meal. Fizzy took a few moments to catch his breath before full sprinting down the road towards where Archie was located to deliver the fur.

“I hope this will help, I hope this is enough” He repeated himself as he ran through the night to deliver the very important package.