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You look at the small assembly of wolves seated around the table, all now with muzzles pointed in your direction. The pack looks a bit varied, fur color ranging from blacks and brown to blond and white, though their eyes all share the same golden yellow that you would expect from wolves. Honestly though, you are probably the biggest wolf in there, at least horizontally, while none can really match your girth, they more then make up with it in lean muscle, and one or two have a good foot of height over you, which gives you the feeling of being sized up for a meal.
"Uhhh..." you stammer, as you try to think up something to say that would possibly make this situation better. You would claim you were one of them, but you have a feeling that in your current predicament, claiming to be a friend when you stick out like a sore thumb in looks, and probably odor, would not go over very well, and any possible explanation to your presence seems to slip from your mind with them staring at you.
One of the Wolves stands up from his seat, a big black one with a scar running the left side of his face, creating a pale outline where the fur has not grown back. His presence seems to trigger some instinct in the back of your mind that says 'alpha'. "Take a seat," he says calmly though it rings like a command, "Aaron, Ray, make room for our 'guest'." Two of the wolves move to the side, revealing an extra seat. Nervously, you approach, and try to sit down. Your backside is far too large to fit between the arms, but after a moment of struggling, two arms from either side of you reach to your shoulders and push you firmly down, forcing your blubbery cheeks in-between, wedging you into the seat as tightly as if you had been bound there.
"Cameron, deal our 'friend in," says the alpha, and a greyish blue wolf holding a deck skillfully deals you out a hand. Nervously you pick it up, wondering what exactly is going to happen now. The Alpha sits back down, and the game begins resuming again. It's only after a few minutes of near silent concentration and turns that the Alpha finally addresses you again...
Written by Spots
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