A romance between a human and a werewolf.
Will it work?

A rouge werewolf shows up at a cabin.
That cabin belongs to a human girl
This girl observes wolves, studying them in their natural habitat.
She loves them, they're her favorite animal
And studying them is her favorite past-time.
But when the werewolf shows her his human form,
Will she freak out and report him to other humans?
Will she keep him a secret?
But, wait... Why does he show her his human form?
Did he trust her enough?
Did he fall for her?

Character Profile:
Name:
Age:
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Bio (optional):
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Characters:

Name: Samantha
(Goes by Sam. She lets the ones closest to her call her Sammy.)
Age: 19
Species: Human
Personality: She's kind hearted and loves animals. Wolves in particular. She'll do anything for her friends and family.
Bio: (To be revieled during rp.)
Looks:
Her hair color is light brown, not blonde.
Her eyes are the same color.
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Name: Fenrir
Age: 23
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Sad and calm. Scared of being hunted and untrusting
Bio (optional): Fenrir was born in a family of Werewolves who taught him all he knows of his half life. When he was younger his parents were hunted and killed leaving him alone and scared.
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Fenrir stood sternly in place listening to the sound of the creek while the wind lightly pushed his hair around him. His skin shone in the light, all but his fadded dennim Jeans and leather boots. He could smell it all, feel it all and almost taste it all. The woods around him were his home, and he could smell the car aproaching it.

Sam rode through the forest towards her cabin, listening idly to the radio, singing along to it when she knew a song. She drove slow enough to where she didn't hurt any of the animals who lived in the forest, but fast enough to where her hair blew out behind her in her Jeep. Arriving at her cabin, she hummed, even though her radio had been turned off with her car. She slung her book bag over her shoulder and walked inside. She'd never bothered with locking the door. No one ever came out this far; the campsite was closer to the entrance of the forest, while she was towards the middle.

She'd just come back from observing one of the larger packs in the area. She felt lucky; the alphas in that pack didn't normally show themselves in the clearing like they had that day. She'd gotten a few sketches done of the parents laying with their pups, and gotten to hear some of the howling before they'd run off to go hunting.

Fenrir laughed to himself hearing the animals talking about the car not understanding that it wasn't alive and that it is trampling through the areas. He walked slowly towards his home inside the woods, he had a small plot of land he had bought a long time ago and refused to sell. It was almost like a small Indian camp since it had little unnatural in it except the small hut he had made when the people first started walking into the woods and stumbled on him laying naked on a rock. It was, for lack of better words, intertaining.

Sam went into her house and kicked her boots off, laying her bag against the wall; leaving the door open. It felt nice outside; she opened the windows as well and started making herself an early dinner.

He laughed to himself as the birds continued to rush him telling him about all the news for birds. Most of it was useless to him. Things like the seeds beign out of date and things like that. Fenrir opened his fridge and frowned, it was empty.
"Oh, drat." he said with a laugh going outside and putting a shirt on before heading to one of the local cabins to see if he could buy any food from one of the people that worked here.

Sam had plenty of extra venison from her hunting. She'd used the rest of the animal, too, of course. She used the hide to make some warm blankets and boots for the winter; she'd sent the antlers to her dad so he could use them for decoration; she'd tossed the extra bones in the fields where she knew the wolves played, so they'd have something to chew on.

Taking out some of the extra meat, she turned on her stove and heated the pan before putting some of the meat on it, putting the rest back into the freezer for later use.

He made his way threw the woods quickly since he knew them like no one else could. He soon had made his way to the cabin of a woman who worked around here. He walked up and knocked on the door softly and then checked to make sure he was wearing the shirt right. It was very difficult for him since he worse shirts only when appear in public.

Sam jumped, hearing someone knock on her door. "Oh, hi, there. Can I help you," she asked politely. "Come on in," she smiled at him.

He opened the door and frowned as he entered.
"Hello, i'd like to buy some of your food if you have any to spare. I will not see the trader again for almost a week so i just need enough for that small amount of time." He said looking at her feelign a bit roustic and rugged in his ragtag outfit compared to hers.

"Oh, I have plenty. No need to pay for it," she said, leaving the venison on the stove and pulling about a week's worth of meat out of her freezer. She got a plastic bag and handed it to him, smiling. "There you go. Will that be enough or would you like some more?" She had enough deer meat to last a good month and a half.

Fenrir smiled at her kindly, "Thank you Very much. I think this is more then enough for me to make me last a week. I should be able to make this last at lesat two weeks." He said with a laugh knowing that he could eat the human food as a wolf and it would fill him faster then that of normal food.

She laughed with him. "I'm glad I could be of help. Feel free to come back when you need more. I always get more that what I need; sometimes it goes bad, even in the freezer," she admitted sheepishly.

[SHIT, i gotta go, I'll be back later. If not, then I'll be on tomorrow
sorry!!!]

"I'd love to. But i don't eat much meat, i spend most of my time forging my own food." He said with a large wolf like smile. He really had to admit she was attractive and would make a great mate, but he had issues with talking about such things. His family taught him that humans are weird about dating.

She smiled back. "I see. Well, now you know where to go if you need meat," she chuckled. He was handsome, though she wondered why his clothes looked so worn, but brushed the thought off. Some people liked wearing worn-out clothes, who was she to judge? She liked wearing worn jeans every now and again, but that was about it.