*throws a pool cue chalk out the window while doing the disembodied head routine, it plonks very satisfyingly off of one cop's head*

(Suddenly the police car revs up and burns rubber racing away.)

Wo: We shoulda put a microphone in their car.

"who says we didnt" roadwolf says as he tunes a reciever to the frequency of the transmitter in the car

space: you didnt

road: (snapping off a rubber glove) yep i implanted two miniture mics on them whilst they were knocked out  they also function as trackers

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*watches a herd of whitetail deer for a while, with no urge to hunt, grazing on grasses in a large meadow*
*a doe pauses, lifts her head quickly and scans with her eyes and ears in WolfMontana's direction. her white tail twitches, then rests, and the doe returns to eating*
*WolfMontana sits, rests her muzzle over a forepaw, and goes to sleep*

the reciever for the mics crackles to life "what the hell just happened one minute we were being held in the air by our collars and the next were in our car"

Wolf: Hmmmmmm.......looks like our rangers are waking up.

(The two on the screen stir a little and then start when they realize that they're "entangled". Then they both jump up, straighten their clothes, realize they have a spltting headache, and sit back down again. Then they look back at what used to be their vehicle.....)

Wolf: We shoulda took their clothes off.

*pokes Howlitzer somehow, from the middle of a meadow in the forest*

Um, those are rangers in the car, not cops.

"Probably out of this box"

*Spacewolf points to the 'I need ......, And I need it NOW, Damnit!' box

::looks at arm stump::

::grabs arm::

::pops arm back on::

::>CHOMPS< Montana's arm off::

::chews up and swallows arm::

::grabs toothpick::

YIPE!!!! *thunk, thunk*

*shifts back, grows a new arm* THAT... HURT!!! *throws an eight ball at Howl's head*

Ah, but you see, you posted that I was sticking my head out of that there window *points* doing the disembodied head routine after I posted about being in the forest! So, you brought me back here Though I was still somehow... there...

Er... whatever *eats cattleprod*

*ZAP*

"yup" says roadwolf busting a poolcue over spacewolfs back

Roadwolf was sitting at his desk, a bottle of scotch by his side, thinking about how he was going to keep his ice white fur and yet still have his normal coat colour “ what the hell am I going to do about this� he says taking another swig of scotch “ this is really getting to me� he says almost crying, shadow then comes over and lovingly nuzzles roadies hand, patting shadow on the head roadie then says “I don’t know what to do old boy, perhaps I’ll sleep on it and see what comes to me in the morning� shadow yips a yes and climbs into bed with roadie and they both go to sleep, Roadwolf begins to dream.

The dream starts off innocently enough with him and shadow playing out front of the workshop (now heres where it gets weird) it goes all dark and the image of the workshop is replaced with the image of a large white wolf with burning red eyes running through the woods in dispersed with images of an epic sword battle, the glint off of one of the swords causes roadie to close his eyes, when he next opens them he sees a cabin and hears an ethereal voice calling his name “Roadwolfâ€� a road sign then appears causing roadie to wake with a start.  Roadwolf falls out of bed and smacks his head on the bedside table smashing the scotch bottle and sending glass everywhere “SMEGâ€� after shaking it off, cleaning up the glass and grabbing a drink from the fridge he climbs back into bed putting the dream down to the scotch and being overtired, he then falls back to sleep but the dream comes again.

Waking up in the morning roadie goes into the café, cooks a batch of bacon, eggs and some toast, pours himself a cup of fresh coffee and sits down to talk with spacewolf about the dream. After listening to the story he suggests that Roadwolf takes a few days R&R liking the idea Roadwolf contacts HQ  “sir agent Roadwolf here requesting a 4 day pass sirâ€� “ no worries agent, we already know of your predicament, spacewolf contacted us after your talk this morning.  Take as long as you needâ€� “thank you sir Roadwolf outâ€�. Roadwolf then walks out to his workshop and comes back with his swords, a couple of rifles and a overnight bag with some clothes and food he then fills his thermos with some of Montana’s finest brew. He then waves goodbye to everyone “ back in a few days guysâ€� and climbs in the cab of his Ute, shadow jumps in along side “ well boy lets go a find out our destinyâ€� Roadwolf says as they roared away the smoke from their 2 stroke diesel leaving black marks on the trees and the twin turbos singin’.

After driving for a day and a night he finds the road sign he saw in his dreams it was still light when he reached the cabin shown in his dreams so he decided to get in some sword practise before dinner. After slicing a few trees and dropping a deer for dinner it was dark I mean the forest surrounding the cabin was so dark no light could penetrate it.  After eating a meal of deer and taters he sat down to read a magazine he brought with him when he noticed a fine mist start to fill the cabin and the voice from the dream calls out his name again.  Roadwolf jumps up and looks around, seeing that no one was there he sits back down but is still uneasy“ you know old boy, there’s something familiar about this place and its feels likeâ€�  “ like whatâ€� a small croaky voice repliedâ€� drawing his sidearm Roadwolf turns and says “like were being watchedâ€� “away put your weapon my son I mean you no harm, may I say I know why you’re hereâ€� Roadwolf stares down at a gnarled short old werewolf with his fur in pigtails down his back, the stranger speaks again “ I know that you have come in regards to your mysterious and sometimes frightening dreamsâ€� “how do you know about that and more to the point who are youâ€� Roadwolf snaps  “my name is not important, you are on a quest for knowledge , I am here to help you solve this problem of yours, I have been sent to release your inner spirit  for you are the chosen one , a werewolf who has displayed extraordinary skill and prowess in the face of danger, a werewolf who’s has stared into the face of death and laughed and can think on his feet,  do you accept the gift I am about to offer youâ€�  Roadwolf listens and takes it all in  “ I will have to think about this old manâ€�  “of course my son , I will return tomorrow night for your answerâ€�.  Roadwolf spends the next day thinking about the old wolves offer then like clockwork the old wolf returns “ so my son have you made your decisionâ€�  “I have decided old man, I will accept your offer if it will rid me of these terrifying dreamsâ€�  “ ok my son we will begin your training, first take thisâ€� the old wolf hands roadie a old sword “what am I supposed to do with thisâ€� roadie says “just lift it above your head and says these words “ BY THE POWER OF THE MOONâ€� and you’ll be in for a surpriseâ€�  roadie does what the old wolf says and a flash of lightning strikes the sword sending its power surging through roadwolfs body knocking him out.  When he wakes up about 5 mins later he finds that he feels rather different, he was taller, stronger, faster, has claws like sharpened steel, his eyes were a burning red colour and he had the ice white fur he dreamed of flowing in waves down his back. After a full days training in using his new form the old wolf then says that he has a way to unlock roadwolfs primal full wolf form in both his regular and spirit forms through meditation, Roadwolf goes through the process, Roadwolf is now able to use his wolf form any time he wants the old wolf also teaches roadie about his new abilities and a few new moves including one that he calls ‘THE SPIRIT STRIKE’ a move that empowers Roadwolf with the strength to cut through a 4 foot block of cement.

On the forth day the old wolf walks up to roadie “ your training is complete my son, now you will develop new abilities as your skills develop just be carefulâ€�  “ I will sirâ€� the old wolf then remembers “ oh I have something for youâ€� the old wolf then hands roadie a sword in a velvet sheath. Removing the sword from its cover Roadwolf is taken aback at its size, it had a 3 foot chrome steel blade and the hilt was a wolves head with a leather wrapped handle emerging from the head the old wolf then spoke up “ its called the spirit sabre and it is the strongest sword in the universe when fully chargedâ€�



Shifting back to regular form the old wolf speaks again “there is one last thing please bend down� Roadwolf bows to his master who ties a bandanna around roadies head with the tribal symbol of a wolf on it “thank you master�.
Roadwolf then packs up his gear and climbs in his truck just as he’s about to leave he calls the old wolf over   â€œ thanks old man I am very grateful for your help, if there’s anything I can do for you just callâ€� Roadwolf hands the old wolf a business card “ thank you my son , and the same to you if you ever need me just howlâ€� they shake hands and roadie drives away with shadow by his side.


About a mile from the café Roadwolf stops, puts shadow in the drivers seat and tells him to drive back to the café, Roadwolf then runs off into the woods.  Roadwolf’s pickup pulls up at the café but only shadow gets out, walking inside spacewolf spies him and calls him over “what’s up my little cub, where’s your partnerâ€�.  Whilst this is happening Montana is busy brewing up a fresh pot of coffee when the room goes dark and a mysterious howl is heard, all of a sudden a cloud of smoke appears in the corner of the room and two red glowing lights appear through the smoke, a deep gravely voice is then heard “Montana I have come for youâ€� as Montana turns too look in the direction of the voice a large knife flies out of the smoke and impacts in the wall just above her head, looking up and seeing the knife mere millimetres above her scalp she faints dead away,  the smoke clears to reveal a huge white werewolf standing at nine feet even with abs you could grate cheese on. Looking up at the stranger spacewolf sputters a questionâ€� w who are you my kind sirâ€�  “ oh sorry guys I forgot you wouldn’t recognise meâ€� Roadwolf says as he shifted back to regular form “looks like I should wake up Monty thenâ€� as he walks over a grabs a cup of double strong

SORRY FOR THE LENGTH

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*zap*