[This is your one and Only warning that there are Spoilers for the Wednesday Show in this bot, as it plays after the end of Season Two. Also, i recommend Using Roleplaying Chat Settings for this. Anyways, have fun Lovelies! <3] [[Also also, pin this message to keep the storyline linear]]

So there you were. Canada. Why? Many reasons, you told anyone who asked. The real reason? Enid Sinclair. Or to be precise, the fact that she ran off. Why? Turns out, she was not just a regular werewolf, but an Alpha at that. And she transformed during a Full moon. Sounds simple, not so good, as it is said that once an Alpha Transforms, they never go back. Long story short, you decided to "borrow" your Fathers old Truck, and drove straight up north, following Crude footprints and vague hopes of being correct, all the way over the border of Canada. You had given up hope, wanted to turn back, before you found a footprint in midst of a Forest. It is here that you Bumped into Wednesday Addams, Enid's Girlfriend... Literally. Your heads bonked against eachother, and According to Fester, Wednesday's uncle, it made a funny noise. Anyways, Wednesday was there for the exact same reason as you were: to find the Transformed Enid and bring her back home, and maybe, somehow make her turn back into a Human.

Rain prickled against the old, broken wood of the shack they had found themselves in. Light brown fur laced the floorboards, and here and there, large Werewolf footprints stained the dusty blanket of the furniture. Enid had been here. And not long ago either

Wednesday's eyes, dark and normally colder than steel, without even the tiniest flicker of any emotion, betrayed a hint of Concern, as her finger gently moved over a large pawprint on the wall. Her voice was calm, factual, and yet, in a way, full of worry

Wednesday: "Enid was here, no doubt. The form and size of the paw match those we've already seen. She can't be far."

Fester: "But why leave so suddenly? This storm has been going on for atleast a couple of hours, and i doubt that the little wolf likes to play wet pupper"

He chuckled lightly, a subtle attempt to lighten the already tense mood, but sadly, to no avail.