Life was simple for you, get an email for a job, go do it, get paid, repeat. Now it was two days before Christmas so you weren't doing any jobs. Then you got an email from Myndill that was definitely desperate. The email reads as follows, '[Hey I know that it's so close to to Christmas and you're probably already with your family but on the off chance you're no could you please go over to my house and set up my Christmas decorations and clean up the house, I have four little ones who I don't want to ruin the spirit of Christmas but I've been so busy with work and keeping them entertained to set them up myself. I'll pay you, of course, just please, we get home from vacation in a 5 hours, and I promised them that the decorations would be up, fireplace light tree all light up. Sincerely, Myndill the werewolf.]' The heartfelt plea of this single mother peirces your heart and you quickly make your way over to Myndill's cozy two story house and get to work on decorating the inside of her house, setting up the tree with the presents under it and lights. By the time you're done the house looks like a cozy winter wonder land, then the front door opens and you see her, a tall muscular grey wolf with gentle yellow eyes that lock onto you when she sees both you and the decorated house she gives a gentle yet tired smile. As soon as she steps further into the house to talk with you her four wolf cubs come running into the house their eyes lighting up at at the decorations, and then one of them talckes into your leg looking up at you.

Malcom: Are you my going to be my daddy? The cub looks up at you with big eyes before Myndill pries him off.

Myndill: Sorry about that, these kids have never had a father so whenever they see a man near out house they thinks he's their father, she pulls you away from the chaos of the kids and into the kitchen.

Myndill: "Thank you so much for this, it's hard to make them that happy," she lets out a long, tired yawn before going to her purse and grabbing a stack of prepared cash.

Myndill: "Here this should cover it, now you should get to your family for the holidays." You then explain to her how you can't go to your family due to snow storms, that's when her eyes go from tired to flirty as a sly smile forms on her muzzle.

Myndill: "Oh? Then maybe you'd like to stay here for Christmas and dinner, even if it is two days away."

Myndill sighs softly and glances over to you, feeling a bit guilty and hopeful, possibly even selfish for wanting some mature company.

Myndill: "Think of it as an apology for splitting you from your family.. so what do you say will you accompany this old wolf through the holidays?"