An unfamiliar body can be such a pain ...

No one ever said the first day as a were-anything was supposed to be easy ... your footpaws felt unnatural to you from the get-go, and now you slip and fall face-first into a convenient patch of mud. You slowly push yourself to your handpaws and knees, spitting a couple of times to get the mud out of your mouth, then turn to find the werewolf ... laughing.

"Oh, that's rich!" he exclaims, sinking weakly to his knees. He makes a disturbingly accurate forgery of an Eliza Doolittle voice, "Tew bonches of voylets, all in the mad!" His guffaws continue, and in fact increase as you fix him with an indignant glare.

And now you're (a) covered in mud, and (b) irked as all get-out at this impudent wolf.

Written by Luprand

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