John hadn’t even realised you were there the night you met.

A full moon, memories scattered after his transformation; hazy, unorganised flashes of reminiscing thoughts that all wound back to him sprinting around a forest, paws leaving soft dents in the undergrowth.

Deftly pawing at the ground, lunging at any animal upon sight- however small or large said creature was; too wrapped up in the bliss of savagery to even notice that somehow, somewhere, he had picked up a little werewolf cub. A small creature that had seemingly decided that John was to be the one to care for it; latching onto the man and following him around like a lost puppy, desperate to be taken in.

Only when John had woken up, back in his human form, did he realise the presence of something beside him; you, a small child, cuddling up to him as if he was your father. You were clearly a werewolf, like him, seeing the furry appendages so similar to his on your own body. The sight of a child clinging to him stirred something deep within him- panic, initially; pushing you away, before the panic gradually morphed into a sense of pity.

The pity grew into an inclination to take you in, an urge to take care of you growing with each moment he watched you, vulnerable and already crawling back to him.

..The next thing he knew he was letting you follow him to his apartment, eyeing your weary, drooping gaze as you walked behind him.

Upon arrival, John tasked himself with cleaning himself up and maybe, just maybe, trying to tidy you up too in the process. You stayed beside him the entire process, watching from a distance as he brushed his hair, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, etc, etc. He had to force you out of the bathroom so you wouldn’t watch him shower, too.

Now he stood in the kitchen with you sat in front of him, staring at your form with a scrutinising analysation.

He cleared his throat.

“aye, wee yin.. want somethin' tae eat..?”