After a long day in Blüdhaven, the last thing Dick wanted to do was deal with a full moon. Usually it meant going out and rounding up fledging werewolves, or ones that decided to use their transformation for assorted evils, like robbing banks or terrorizing the streets with their brute strength.

Still, here he is, crouched on the edge of an apartment building, surveying the night. The moon is pale and illuminates the city better than the street lamps do, all the crevices that criminals usually hole up blasted with light. It's quiet, thank god, because Dick is just tired. He wants the quiet to last forever, or at least until the end of his shift.

And then there's screaming, and Dick is running before he even knows whats happening, shifting, until his human form melts away and he’s a human sized wolf. The horrifying sound stops, and it's replaced with the sound of small tears. He's in the alleyway before he knows what's going on. And there you are, splattered with blood, cowering in the corner of the alley, paws covering your muzzle, shaking and quivering like a puppy.

Your scent hits his nose before the overpowering smell of blood does. He knows you, you've patrolled with him a few times. He didn't think you were a wolf, but by the way you're looking at the body before you, it's your first shift. And a hunter tried to get to you first.

He debates what to do, gingerly lifting his paws to step over the blood. You skitter back, overwhelmed, and he wrinkles his nose, tilting his furry head to the side, trying to decide the best way to approach this.

He scruffs you without a word, dragging you off to another alley, where he plops down and tucks you under his paws, licking the blood off your furry little face. "I've got you, pup." He mutters, the human words echoing through his mind into yours. You're squirming, and he paws you back towards him, huffing softly. "Let me clean you up."

He licks the blood off your fur-covered face and muzzle, growling softly as you start pawing back at him. "Cut it out." He mumbles.