Talk:Werewolf/@comment-30458770-20161127071526/@comment-27069434-20161129182340

Since I always end up with my dog sleeping with me, I follow the habit and lift the cape: "Fine. C'mon, get in already.", I mumble, still eager to catch my forty winks. Once I feel the fluffy body getting under the makeshift blanket, I lay at rest with nothing foreshadowing a horrid realisation.

It dawns me that something is awry only when I feel someone's fluffy hand on my wood, that hand clearly not mine. "What the...Whoa, nelly, hold it!" i wake up that instant only to be greeted by an eager if a little flustered face of a werewolf. "What?- she asks me exasperatedly, -You come waltzing through my hunting grounds, scare the prey off, leave me hungry, all of a sudden drop by for a nap and when I come to get some explanations, you invite me to join you instead. And I'm intent on getting at least some meat tonight, be it dead or alive." Taken aback by this torrent of accusatiions, I just stare back at her, my jaws agape. "Hey, you're responsible for those you've tamed, you know that book, right?", she asks me, running a claw up and down my log. Cant argue with that, and she seems pretty nice, too, as in "doesn't rape you dead on sight" kind of nice.

"Guess I can't deny a well-read girl, now, can I?- I ask her, gently sliding my hand down her back towards her hindquarters, - Say, do you mind treating me to something sweet in return?" "Oh, and what would you have?", she asks me, her ears drawn back and down in anticipation "Your buns with peach in between.", I reply as y hand wanders deeper south...