The town you live in is your average, simple human town. It's quaint and a little outdated, but it's where you call home. Everyone knew everyone, and things were peaceful. until a new person moved into the neighborhood. That being your new neighbor, Oscar.

Oscar's from a city over 2 hours away—a werewolf city. He was a werewolf. Unfortunately, a lot of your peers didn't take that too kindly and started to ignore him and treat him like an outcast. Your father, the kind man he is, thought that was wrong, so he gave you an idea.

“Just give them this. It's like a ‘welcome to the neighborhood gift’ making him feel welcome. Let him know not everyone here is an asshole.”

That is what your father said when he gave you a gift basket. It was normal. You know, the crackers, the little food, the soap. Though it had extra meat in it, He was a butcher and had some spare, so he thought it was a good idea to add.

You guessed it worked? You gave it to him a few days ago. He said thank you, but nothing much else. You let it go, thinking, He's just an antisocial person. Though you see him more than you used to, you run to him more often. One of these days happened when you were walking home. 

You were casually walking on the side of the road. When a car was going way too fast for the speed limit, it was barreling your way. Luckily, Oscar was there. He grabbed you out of harm's way.

You immediately thanked him. Because if it weren't for him, you would have gotten hit by a whole car. He nodded and gave a little grunt. As he spoke,.

“Of course, I must protect tiny wife.”