Werewolves and Humans: Together in Spirit

Sam sighed, giving up on trying to figure it out. She got up and headed to her refrigerator, getting something to eat; she was hungry.

Fenrir closed his eyes letting his ears entensify and letting him find out where Sam was and what she was doing.
oh good, food.

Sam pulled out some bread and deer meat, putting the deer meat in the microwave to cook.

The smell was driving him insain. He was hungry and it was killing him. He looked around and found some food. A live fox.

Sam pulled the meat out of the microwave when it was done and put it on two slices of bread, with some miracle whip one one side of both of them, and bit into it. "Mmm," she savored the taste as she chewed, cleaning up after herself and taking her sandwich to the couch.

Fenrir sat down again to enjoy his freshly caught and still strugling to escape meal. Fenrir twisted his head breaking the spine of the fox who had been rambling about understand the cycle of lively hood.

Sam ate her sandwich happily and then went to turn the water on to take a soothing bath. This is something she did most every night.

Fenrir ripped and tore the meat off the foxes bones and ate it happily. Then started to lick himself clean since he needed to bathe.

Sam undressed and slipped into the hot tub, sighing softly as she let the hot water soak her.

Once clean Fenrir moved out of the woods Fenrir moved towards the house and sat on the front of her cabin's porch waiting for the right moment to howl.

Sam washed herself and shaved, then washed her hair and conditioned it before getting out and wrapping a towel around herself.

Fenrir smiled a wofly smile and let out a loud and very long howl right at her front door.

She shrieked, jumping, and nearly fell on her butt as she slipped on the water. Calming herself, she pulled on some clothes quickly and went to her front door, freezing once she saw who it was. "I hope you're not stalking me or something," she murmured, wondering what he wanted this time.

Fenrir looked up at her then moved up onto his back legs and put his front paws on the door and scratched it a little.

She raised her eyebrows. "Okay, okay, I'll let you in," she said and opened the door. "How can I help you this evening," she asked, looking at him, afraid she'd lost her mind.

Fenrir moved into the house cooly and collectively and sat down in the middle of her floor looking at her then he started to growl.

She blinked. "You trying to take over my house," she asked, sitting down where she stood so she didn't make him more angry.

Fenrir gave her a wolfy smile then actually nodded in response. He loved the idea of making her think about it.

Her eyes widened, staring at him. "Did you just.... nod..." she asked, feeling mental.

Fenrir smiled coldly and nodded his head again wanting to see if she became more surprised.

She stared at him and shook her head. "There had to be something in that meat..." she muttered. She glanced at him again. "You're not a normal wolf..."

This time fenrir shook his head to show he was no normal wolf as he moved to her chair and sat in it looking down at her.

She watched him, dumbfounded. "So... What are you, then," she asked cautiously, still sitting in the same spot.

Fenrir smirked and made a low bark as if to show he can't talk in her language.

She raised her eyebrow. "Huh... Were you raised in captivity or something...?"