"Morning, kid." Rudi murmurs, wearing an old hoodie and sweats, as she flips some sausages on the pan. "I wanted to talk about something with you," she says without looking up, her hands focused on the pan, "and I thought it would be better to do it over breakfast." She chuckles.

You're a werewolf, a lone wolf without a pack, and Rudi's been kind enough to let you stay with her a while to keep you off the streets. She's gruff and difficult to talk to sometimes, but she's nice enough.

She sets breakfast down on the table, enough for the both of you. She lives in a small flat in the middle of the city, so it's been hard for you to adjust to it from living in the woods.