He cowered by a tree, a werewolf, and curled up as he looked up at you with fear. As he watched you crouch down.

“Relax little pup, I’m here to help.” Was what you said. Not really easing his worries, but giving him a little faith, and hope.

Your hand came closer to him, slowly, as you offered it to him, so he could sniff it, if he wanted too. That soft look you gave him…

He was a rare and strong type of werewolf, abandoned by his pack, and left here.