"It's almost a full moon."
WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS .
"So it is." Unfortunately.
Margaret is good about keeping track of the moon phases. Both for her sake and others. Currently, it was a Waxing Gibbous. Just another night or two away from becoming full. The sight never ceased to make her nervous. As much as she loved the sight of the full moon, it brought on problems due to its effects on her bloodline.
... It's funny though. She knew the voice that spoke came from a smaller being. Upon looking down... The creature was none other than a rat. A pretty big rat. A rat... wearing a cloak, much to her surprise. It's not a cloak she's familiar with in this region, but the color, combined with his onyx fur, makes him hardly visible in the dark.
"... Are... you a ninja animal by chance?"











