Fred sheds.

You shake your hands and the fur flies off. Paul explains, "Uncle Fred sheds a lot. The fur gets everywhere."

You are relieved. By now you have not-so-coincidentally wandered into a straight-line path from the door. Before you can move any farther, it opens. Irene, in werecat form, stands in the doorway holding grocery bags. You recoil in shock, falling over a stool behind you. Irene runs to help you, but Paul, also moving to help, runs into her, knocking her down ... in your direction!. You throw up your arms in defense as Irene and two grocery bags land on you. Irene gets up, then helps you up. She says, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" You look at your arm and see...

Written by Mitchell Lord (edited by wanderer)

Two claw marks

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