It was late into the night, like always when Werewolf cookie decided to do this. Though he usually reserved himself to his solitude, he couldn’t help but let out a wolves cry tonight, feeling the loneliness hit him particularly hard today.

not that it really mattered, at the end of the day. He was still a beast by the end of it, one that didn’t deserve to stick around other cookies. But it still hurt his feelings, when he had to sit in the silence of his own solitude for too long.

so here he was again, howling at the moon. Like always. Alone. Howling as the rain began to pour down on him in waves, almost like the sky cried with him.

At least. He thought he was alone. Until he noticed you from the corner of his eye.