Passage One

Well, let's see whether this is a success. Here's the first passage, hope you like it:
Archive: http://chosenescape.blogspot.com/p/archive.html
I walked through the woods, aware of every tiny thing around me. The wind blew softly, ringing in my ears. I approached the river; my huge front paws started padding against the mud. I listened for the sound of anyone around, but I couldn’t hear anything with the easy swish swoosh of the river and the whoooo of the wind. I could smell the river now. Its strong, fish-scented aroma overcame me, and I found myself running towards the smell. Fish swam through the clean, clear water, and I could see weeds growing around it vigorously, trying to take in all the sunlight they could in the dense forest.
My stomach lurked as I heard footsteps walking towards the stream. I ran into bushes on the far side of the river, my ears and nose fully alert. A man with a shotgun came out of some bushes, looking in all directions. If only I could kill him now, so he wouldn’t be able to tell the story. Then, though, news would cross the country, and maybe even the world. I didn’t want that happening all because I harmed a human with a shotgun.
“Fred, I don’t see anything,” the man called back towards a man in a black coat, just emerging from the bushes. I hadn’t even realized he had been there.
“There’s a werewolf here, I’m sure of it, Tony,” said the man named Fred.
“You’re positive? I can’t see a darn thing but those fish and the squirrels. Can you like smell it or something?” insisted the man called Tony.
“I’m positive. I can’t smell it, but I can just feel it. There’s a werewolf around here, Tony, and we’re going to be the ones to catch it,” concluded Fred. He stared at each individual bush, trying to detect a single sound or motion. I found him staring straight at me, my heart pumped faster, but he turned away abruptly, his overcoat falling away and showing a red Pac man t-shirt.
I couldn’t escape if I ran. Tony would shoot me, and that’d be the end of it. My friends and family would all be in danger if I let him kill me. I stayed close to the ground, my messy fur blending in with the mud on the ground. I couldn’t tell if Fred really knew I was there, or if he was just saying that to encourage his friend.