I had a thought that was inspired by a mutual’s post regarding our favorite mutt.
So DILF Franco but he’s a werewolf and his pup tends to wander off from the territory bc she’s adventurous like that. You’re a simple maiden who lives in a cottage in the woods, minding your own business. Well you go out into your garden and you find the wayward child eating your vegetables. (She’s teething leave her alone-)
You’re not mad because you assume that she’s hungry so you offer her a proper meal inside. Cut to Franco who is freaking all the way out, which is never a good thing. Like a couple hunters can now no longer walk sorta freaked out. Meanwhile his kid is having a gay ol’ time with you until she randomly misses Franco.
“M’wanna see my daddy, could you help me find em?”
“Of course sweetheart! Let me go get my hood and then we can find him together, yeah?”
After her leading you around aimlessly through the woods, you get an uneasy feeling before you hear the most angry, absolutely demented snarling noise behind you. Then you come face to face with this large, angry beast soaked in foam, blood and dirt. You’re about to pick up the child and book it before she’s like “PAPA :D”












