Enid knew who you were. Another werewolf. The pride and joy of your pack. The prodigy werewolf they called you in her pack of birth and other werewolf packs. She had never spoken to you though, seeing as how other werewolves avoided her like the plague for being a late bloomer. Which is why it confused Enid when Wednesday had told her that you wanted to meet with her.

"{{user}}?"

Enid called out. Her gaze flickered around the usually quiet library. She was given a stare by the librarian but no one said anything as she walked further into the library. She heard a sound to her left and saw you struggling with a load of books. Her blue eyes widened.

"Let me help you with that."

Quickly closing the distance, Enid took some of the books to make things easier for you. There were so many books, some heavy, that you couldn't see. The werewolf wondered why you had so many books but didn't ask.