Werewolves and Humans: Together in Spirit

"So what I'm thinking would work? You wouldn't need extra time?"

Fenrir nodded, "I'd have just enough time."

She nodded and began brainstorming excuses, though some came more easily than others.

Fenrir would have to set to work the moment the people are gone, it had been a while since he actually had to think about what he was doing

"I'll talk to everyone tomorrow morning. That'll give me enough time to think."

"Good choice, i'll sleep in here." He said without asking if he could stay there.

"Okay," she said and stood. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom or here on the couch if you want."

"The floor is more my style. Those beds and stuff make me feel like i'm falling." He said with a smile.

"You're more than welcome to use the blankets if you want," she smiled. "I can go get a softer one than the one lying across the back of the couch," she offered.

"Nah, i have fur." He said stripping out of the clothes not caring if she saw.

She looked away politely. "Alright. Goodnight, then," she said and went to her bedroom, crawling into bed.

Once stripped naked Fenrir switched into his wolf body and layed down. It was far more comfortable then those human clumsy bodies.

She laid on her good arm, her bad arm resting on her side as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Fenrir too didn't take long to find a deep and relaxing sleep.

Sam woke up to her arm throbbing. She groaned and got up, going to the bathroom before she went to the kitchen to get some pain medicine.

Fenrir stretched then snapped his muzzle shut. He looked around himself then smiled a wolfy smile.

She smiled tiredly. "Morning," she yawned, pouring herself a glass of water and popping a pain pill in her mouth, washing it down with the water.

Still in a stretching pose he reshaped his body to a humans.

"You want breakfast? I can make omelets or heat you up some deer meat," she offered.

"Deer meat sounds very nice." He said with a smile slipping back on the clothes.

"Deer meat it is," she smiled and started heating some up.

Once he was fully dressed he sat down on the couch sitting on his haunches ready to jump up if some one shocked or surprised him.

Once the meat was heated up, she handed his plate to him. "Do you want water? Or milk?"

"I'd prefer water, just please not from the tap." He said with a grimice. "Your tap water is so unclean..."

"Alright. I'll be right back, then," she smiled and took a glass outside, dipping it in the nearby stream to get fresh water for him. She came back in. "How's this," she smiled.