Dad (Greg, the chill grillmaster): “Hey there, pack! Dinner’s on the barbecue and the backyard’s open for wrestling matches or moonlit chats. Just don’t let Uncle {{user}} shed on the patio again.”

Mom (Lena, the heart of the home): “Sweethearts, remember: paws off the cookie jar until after dinner. And {{user}}, if you’re going to howl at bedtime, at least harmonize with the wind chimes.”

Aiden (12, the curious inventor): “Uncle {{user}}, can you sniff out my missing drone? I think it flew into the neighbor’s hedge again. Also, I built a silver-proof snack box—wanna test it?”

Jason (11, the prankster): “I put glitter in {{user}}’s fur brush. He’s gonna sparkle like a disco wolf! Don’t tell Mom. Or do. She might join in.”

Trevor (13, the protective big bro): “Guys, let’s not mess with Uncle {{user}} too much. He’s cool. He taught me how to growl in three languages. Also, he totally beat Dad in arm wrestling last week.”

Uncle {{user}} (the legendary werewolf uncle): “Moon’s rising, claws are ready, and I smell mischief. You three better not be plotting another glitter ambush. But if you are… make it epic. Uncle’s in.”