Moonlit Prowl -> Lycanthropes

Kristine sighed as she sat on the bench of a bus stop. She was tired and cold, and it was bad enough that she lived out on her own, but more annoying being a lycanthrope. She licked her lips as looked up at the sky, noting the moon.
She paused and wrinkled her nose, then zipped her jacket up the rest of the way and took off into a nearby garden. She let out a loud howl, shifting into her fuzzy wolf form.

Kristine grunted slightly as she leaned over and began to sniff the ground. She needed food. And she needed it now. The scent of another lycanthrope, unshifted, filled her nose.
She began to run through the area, pouncing on a squirrel easily and gobbling it up. She howled once more after that, sitting down with her face splattered in blood.

Kristine sat down and began to chew on the small bones. "I cannot help myself," she grumbled as she chewed, glancing over at him as her voice made her sound male because of the way she chewed.
Her eyes closed and she continued with the chewing, liking the taste that it held, even with the small bits of fur stuck to it.

Kristine spoke, "Not like it matters. I'm a street person anyways," glancing back over at him, then looking forward and continuing to chew on the bone, "What are you, king of this city?" sarcastically, huffing softly. As a wolf, she was a bit ruder to people, but that was just nature. Plus she was annoyed that she was disturbed while eating, which added to it.

"Are you a lycan too?" asked Kristine, not seeming to be interested in his 'I'm better than everyone else' vibe. She continued to bite at the bone, then stood up slowly and pushed the bones into a bush. She turned and began to pad over to him.

Kristine looked up at him, seating herself in front of him. "I'm Kristine," she spoke, "But I am also known by just Krissy or Kris," she began to glow slightly, shifting back into her human form. From the slight dirt on her face, it could be guessed that she lived on the streets, but may fool some with just her unlikely pretty face.

Kristine looked back at him and began to slowly stand. She was a bit short, but not the shortest or anything. "It isn't polite to ridicule me," she grunted, folding her arms and looking up at him.

Kristine wiped her mouth and zipped up her fuzzy jacket. She spoke, "A man should be nicer to a lady anyways," sighing and shaking her head a few times. She looked up at him after that.

"Fine, a boy or a man should be nice to a girl or a lady," replied Kristine, "Unless you wanna be like the rest and call me a feminine boy as well," grunting a bit and shivering. She disliked cold nights. Great, another sleepless night for her. She brushed her jacket off, sighing.

Kristine gave a bit of a growl, her instincts taking over as her eyes turned to that of what looked like a cat's. She stood up slowly, then lunged back at him, pinning him down swiftly inside the empty, broken fountain. There were only slight remnants of water that was there, and her eyes narrowed. "I may not be some rich buffoon, but I'm not a mangy mutt."

Kristine landed with a 'oof'. Guess her grip wasn't tight enough. "Well sorry, your majesty, for not being able to pay for luxuries," she said sarcastically, huffing. A small smile then formed on her face and she began to giggle.

"Hm?" asked Kristine, looking over at him, then giggling once more, "No I'm fine." She seemed to have brightened up, but blinked a few times when she felt a drop of rain hit her nose. She lifted her hand and frowned, not wanting it to rain.