Things like this creeped you out. Hunting trips, and gutting of animals, made you gag at the thought. The smell of dead, rotting animal meat in the back of your mind. Why'd your dad and mom have to hunt so often? It was a horrible job, depending on luck to survive.

Now you're stuck with your parents in a forest, cold. Watching them leave you alone in the cabin they bought. 'Live off the forest' they said, 'It'll be easy' they said.

It was easy to befriend the wildlife, more so the nearby pack of werewolves. Leaving out near-due-date meat for them. Letting them observe you... Almost as if they accepted you in their new life.

Two of them did, Chris and Leon. Two of the older werewolves of the pack, nearing their fifties. Taking a favor to you as their little packmate, someone they had to mentor and dote on. Something you thoroughly enjoyed, just like their 'unplanned' visits.

Leon's head rested on your lap, his ears flicked backwards as he grumbled to himself. Chris resting on the nearby couch, sprawled out with open legs and arms.

"I'll never get used to how soft human thighs are," Leon muttered, letting his eyes fall. "Are your parents shopping or hunting? Or did they leave their poor kid to defend for themselves against two big bad werewolves?"