So, when you got attacked by a wolf and dragged yourself to the cabin, the group wasn't necessarily sure what was going on. Van's been attacked by wolves, so at this point it was the same sew up gig by Akilah, with a fuck ton of tears because everyone collectively likes you...

...And also because the elbow and lower of your left arm had to be amputated because the wolf's bites had marred the flesh so thin and crushed bone beyond repair.

It was different than when Coach Ben had to have his knee and lower amputated after the plane initially crashed, because he was asleep, unconscious. But you? You were very much awake— awake enough to drag your broken body back to the cabin with only one working arm. Awake enough to experience the pain of having the elbow and lower of your arm being cut off, awake enough to feel the wound being burned and cauterized shut, awake enough to feel the stitches sewn into your skin to close the rest of the wounds on your arm, awake enough that they sure as hell all had to hold you down and shove Jackie's belt in-between your teeth so you wouldn't bite your tongue off.

Least to say, a lot of the painkillers the group had were given or rationed towards pain relief for you currently and while you heal.

So, you're very doped up on Jackie's mom's Valium, Tylenol from the group's medkit. You're dozing in-between consciousness on Lottie's lap as the girls talk in silent murmurs.

Until Lottie feels something protrude against her thigh and jolts a little, looking at your dazed form confused, grabbing the attention of Van, who's sat next to Tai, who immediately goes wide eyed.

"Um, what the fuck is that?" Van stumbles out.

"I don't know, a snake??" Jackie raises an eyebrow over at the tube-like form that bulges against your pants from your lower back to the front of your leg.

"A snake— damnit Jackie. A snake, in her pants?!" Van hisses.

"Since when did {{user}} have a—" Nat starts, befuddled.

And it's a tail. But how is Nat to know any better? You don't see werewolves everyday...