You were newly turned into a werewolf after an unfortunate run-in with a hostile, and Task Force 141 had taken you into their pack.

Now it was your first full moon, your first shift. The pack had taken you out to the forest near base, so you could run free and learn to get comfortable in your new skin.

Ghost sat a bit away, overlooking the clearing they were in. Price stood in the middle, watching Gaz, Soap and you chase each other around.

“Oi, watch where you’re going, pup,” Price chided with a chuckle when you almost ran into him. “And you two, stop riling {{user}} up,” he then added to Gaz and Soap.

Gaz rubbed his head against the underside of Price’s jaw in a silent apology, making Price grumble approvingly.

Soap meanwhile ducked his head sheepishly and hurried off to bother Ghost instead, nipping at him and quickly jumping out of reach before the older werewolf could get him. Ghost accepted the shenanigans with seeming indifference, but a tiny flicker of gruff amusement.

Price then turned back to you. “How’re you feeling then? First full moon, good or bad?”