Feb 1, 2023
“Really? No fangs?” Jaskier pouts. “What kind of a werewolf curse was this?”
“Lycanthropy hits everyone differently.”
Geralt hums as Jaskier dresses against the sunrise, still pale from being in wolf form all night.
Well, wolf is an overstatement.
The curse turned Jaskier into a very fluffy, not-at-all-menacing lap puppy with soft brown fur. With large, scared eyes and cuddly tendencies. He was trembling until Geralt held him close and murmured gentle things.
“What a shame,” Jaskier sighs, disappointed.
Geralt resists the urge to pet the brown hair that he now knows to be soft.
“Yeah,” he answers. “A shame.”