The wind howled, a mournful sound that was quickly drowned out by the drumming of rain against the rough-hewn stones of a small cottage. Inside, you were tending a small hearth, attempting to coax warmth from the damp wood. Suddenly, a sharp rap echoed through the sudden downpour.

Hesitantly, you opened the door, revealing a silhouette against the stormy night. It was Werewolf Cookie, his furred collar pulled high, water dripping from his coat.

"Forgive the intrusion," he gestured vaguely to the downpour. "This weather... unexpected. Could I trouble you for shelter? Just for the night. I won't be a bother."

Beside him, a small damp fluffball shivered, its big, sad eyes looking up at the cottage, then back at Werewolf Cookie with a gentle whine.