So, How long have you been a ravening monster then?

"Um.. um" you stutter, trying to find a delicate way to put this. The wolf, casually picks up the jug and, apparently forgetting your presence, drains it. Suspicion is solidified. "You're a.. a.." He starts, realising what he's done. "A wolf-morph." he fills in for you, flashing a quick, quiet smile. Is this some minion of Raffle's, set to trap you?

All such thoughts are banished when Fred moans, sounding almost delirious. You leap up in a panic, and try to bring him round. "That won't help." snaps your 'friend' as he applies a large damp towel to Fred's back. "How do you know?" you snarl, "How do I know that I can trust you?" You push him back, wiping away sweat that's pouring off your face. God, if only it weren't so damn HOT in here! Things seem to be swimming, and the floor doesn't feel right.

You feel a firm, but gentle, grip on oyur shoulders, and the wolf quietly pushes you back and lays you down on a table. He then places a damp towel on your chest and belly, and quickly follows with an ice pack on your forhead. "Just relax" he soothes. "Heat exhaustion can take a little time to kick in, and someone of your size could get it badly, but I think I caught it." After a few minutes you begin to feel a lot better. Very slowly you sit up, to be greeted by a pitcher of icy water. Nothing ever tasted so good going down.

The wolf puts a large bowl of similar ambrosia in front of Fred, and quietly encourages him to drink. On the face of it, you guess that this guy can't be a threat after all.

Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)

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