Who Dat Dog
@obshimchan
He awakens naked atop an itchy, lumpy bed of peat moss and broken twigs. A spiderweb, ghostly threads holding strings of dewy pearls, dips between two low-hanging branches. If it weren’t for a spider slowly inching her way downwards, he wouldn’t have moved; this is the most refreshed and rested he’s ever felt in his life. The young werewolf doesn’t stifle his squeaky yawn, the satisfied grunt when he stretches, or sound of snapping twigs as he rolls out of the way. Where’s the need to quiet down when he’s the only one there?
The young werewolf freezes in place.
Is he really the only one there? He remembers running into another person -- no, another wolf -- the night before. Memories of the previous night are hazy, leaving him only with vague impressions and feelings. But even though his thought process is always scrambled the morning after a full moon, he pieces together enough information to know the other wolf couldn’t be very far. Dongwoo hopes that the other wolf hasn’t already run off because with all the cameras and reporters filling the city, it would be nice to head back with a fellow supernatural.
He faces downwind and tilts his head back, prepared to catch onto another were’s scent the next time the wind blows. But fortunately, he doesn’t need to put in too much work. Dongwoo catches glimpse of an elbow moving out of the corner of his eye and he spins around to see another naked man laying on the gross. Ah, this must be the one.
He carefully moves over, crouching all the while, and sticks his face in the other’s field of vision.
“Bork? BORK?! BORK?!???”
Uh oh.
