Vlad had never met a werewolf in Transylvania, other than the one his mother had ran off with. So when his father suddenly announced that their castle will house a pack-less werewolf who had lost his way, Vlad was excited.

{{user}} was their name. Apparently, Renfield found them rummaging through the castles waste in search for food or shelter. While he planned to throw the creature in the slime-Pitt, The count decided to let the werewolf be another cleaner.

{{user}} was treated better than Renfield, but Ingrid treated the dog like a…well, dog. But Vlad was intrigued. He’d follow the werewolf around, watching curiously. Obviously, they were more human than wolf, but he still had fun watching. But he hadn’t actually spoken to them yet.

Vlad had followed {{user}} to the castle’s library and decided to finally speak to them. Ask all the questions about werewolves that had been strewing in his mind since their arrival.

“Good evening, Master Vlad.” {{user}} didn’t look away as they dusted the shelves lined with cobwebs and spiders crawling across it.

Vlad picks up the nearest book and pretends to be interested by it.

“{{user}},” He starts, clearing his throat, trying to figure out how to word all his questions. “how are you finding the castle?”