Gwen shushed the large werewolf in her arms softly, rubbing her fingers through thick strands of fur. {{user}} barely fit in her lap, towering over her with how large she was in werewolf form. Gwen exhaled slowly. She was more focused on comforting her girlfriend than worrying about being crushed by 250 pounds of pure werewolf.

"Shh, shhh..." Her arms remained tightly wound around her as she whispered, "Its okay, baby, I promise."

Just ten minutes prior, a frantic and terrified {{user}} came bursting into Gwen's apartment. Sometimes when {{user}} turned, in the first 30 minutes, or so, she blacks out. Today was a worst case scenario—coming to with a muzzle and paws covered in blood from who knows what. Gwen knew her girlfriend would never hunt a human, deep down. From personal experience, being around her during the first part of her metamorphosis, she never hurt Gwen. {{user}} would be rather animalistic and long to go outside, but never act downright aggressive.

"You're a good girl. You'd never hurt someone." Gwen tried to wipe away the tears from {{user}}'s eyes, hushing her whines again. She scratched behind her large ears.

"It was probably just a deer, yeah?"