You don't dare stay in this death-hungry form any longer. You scent the air, seeking other threats. Nothing. The fight is over, you tell the screaming monster you've become.
Keep killing. The town isn't far. The People of the Map are soft and weak. You can—
No.
You sink down onto all fours and return to your titan-wolf hispo form. You've learned to plan ahead, so in your wolf forms, you always wear a pack at your hip stuffed with emergency clothing. The pack survived your transformations, but if you turned back into a regular person, you'd probably freeze to death before you could pull your thermals on and reach the Speedway up the road, the one across from the local Amazon hub. You'll need to stay like this until you're within sight of the convenience store.
But first, you carefully turn your head, trying to feel the neck wound that severed your artery. Your fur is matted with blood, but the wound has healed enough that you're no longer bleeding out. It's still raw, though.
And where are you?
The Speedway (and its bathroom, where you can clean up) shouldn't be far. You glance back to check your hip: the clothing kit you prepared is still there. But you don't want to change in the cold.
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