#were-animals

[berryshiara]

fluffuary2026 - Randivor - Modern Day

Day 3 -A Not-Date Date

It was nearly four hours later when Eivor awoke, wrapped in warmth and sweet smells. She turned into them, burying her nose in the coat that supported her head. She groaned softly, rubbing her face against it. Stopping suddenly when she realized what she was doing wasn't a human thing. She tore her face out of the jacket that wasn’t hers, and looked about the small room that wasn’t hers. 

The wind howled, the building trembling around her. Her mind raced to catch up to her reality. It had been doing that a lot lately. She could almost feel her pointy ears lay back on her head. Her human ears moved in such a way she actually brought her hands up to cup them, feeling if they did that, and then tried to move those muscles on purpose. 

She was sitting up wrapped in a blanket when a soft knock came on the door. She looked around. “Wait!” She said, realizing she wasn't fully dressed. “What happened to my clothes?” She breathed. “They are on the chair in the corner.” Came that soft voice. The voice that belonged to the patient redheaded bear. “Woman.” Eivor murmured, her eyes going to the jacket at her knees. The urge to collapse back onto it was so strong… so fucking strong. Her hands shook as she reached for it. She made a soft noise. It filled the room, which was by no means quiet. Fire popped. Wind rushed. Still, the sound felt loud. Wanting. She swallowed and pushed the coat away, moving with purpose towards her clothes. No, no…. She was a woman…. She picked up her clothes and began pulling them on. The beast whined. “No…” Eivor scolded. Her ears did that thing again. She picked up her clean clothes and stuffed her nose in them, breathing in the fragrant soap and clean smell… and in that mix ‘her’. Randvi— her brain supplied a sense of relief touching Eivor as she could grasp the name. Even if it was weird she knew her smell… or that it brought butterflies to her belly. “Fuck.” She whispered to herself. “You want a fucking belly rub now?” She asked the wolf, and if that wasn't the thing….. Stop it.” She growled again. She grunted in protest to herself. 

“Fucking hell.” She whispered. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde had decided to sit down together and politely discuss why that smell made her happy. She didn’t want to think about why it made her happy. “It’s not even your species.” “Fuck!” She said louder. “I am a fucking woman!” 

“Not to rush you.” That warm voice said, her steps returning to the door. “The worst of the storm will hit shortly, and we should get home if we can. You are welcome to come. I have a guest room, and my parents made dinner.” 

Eivor jumped, a thrill running through her. She made a soft noise as she finished her socks, and boots. “Dinner?” 

“Now is not the time to strike out, the storm will last all night. This isn’t the place to be wandering about in a storm, even for ‘us’.”

Eivor picked up the jacket she had been trying not to focus on and pulled it on, only realizing it wasn't hers after she zipped it up.

She let out a long sigh. “We have got to find some peace you and I. Because—.” She was talking to herself— no to the monster she had become. Eivor sank back into the chair, putting her head in her hands.

. . .

Time stretched between them. Randvi waited as long as she could before cracking the door open to see Eivor sitting in the corner, wrapped in her coat, her nose in the neck while her hands held her head. By the smell she was crying. . . and a weariness she had no name for was overwhelming her. 

Randvi did not press forward, though she let the door open between them. A smile tugging her lips. Eivor sat up sniffling, wiping at her face. Her hand went for the zipper when Randvi simply said. “Wear it.”

Eivor made a hurt sound and shook her head sniffling harder. “I c-ant.” 

“Yes you can.” Randvi said, leaning in to close and lock the stove and then turned. “Come on. Moving your feet will help. We will get you fed, and then sit and have a talk. You can meet Mama, she makes everything better.” Eivor got up, grabbing her pack, trotting after the pretty bear.

* * *

Eivor sat in the front of Randvi’s dingy, and rather than curling away from the wind, she faced it. A look that had Randvi grinning a bit more than usual.

They landed at the Russon dock, she led Eivor in from the storm.

It was a two story ranch home, complete with wrap around veranda porch, and a mud room before the true entry to the house. Two luxuries that no one would look twice at. Square footage just for an entryway? Obscene… and absolutely understated.

Kicking off their boots and hanging up coats. Eivor looked at it with such loss Randvi turned away abruptly trying to hide her grin. It wasn’t every day you got to be chosen as a “safe alpha” by another shifter that wasn't of your people. But Eivor didn’t have anyone to imprint on until now. 

“Mama, we’re home!” She called. 

Randgrid paused on the second story walk as her youngest came through with their guest.

“This is my mother Randgrid.” Randvi intoned with reverence.

The older woman made a pleased noise, a pleased bear noise that made Eivor look up with a tilt of her head. A slight smile touching scarred lips.

“Welcome.” Randgrid said.

Eivor stepped closer to Randvi, peering around her as mama came down the stairs, her progress slow, but steady. She made that noise again, a soft bleating in the back of her throat that made Randvi sigh. They leaned in together, noses touching. “Welcome home my little one.” 

. . .

Randgrid met Eivor’s eyes when she looked up, but she did not single her out. Nor did she explain as she greeted her daughter, their noses touching, before their cheeks, Randgrid brushed her cheek against Randvi’s several times. Randvi grunted softly. “You smell of the storm, fresh and wind blown.” Randgrid chuckled. She stepped back from Randvi to better see the shy blonde trying to hide behind her. A feat at Eivor’s extra height, something that was lessened by the submissive posture she was taking. She shifted a little closer to Eivor as she hugged her daughter. Huffing her amusement as Randvi responded with a cheek rub to her shoulder.

Randgrid kept the exchange easy, familiar. Not for her daughter’s sake, but for the wolf watching from behind her.

She felt the shift almost at once. The lanky wolf’s weight settled, her scent smoothing as the rules of the space were understood. Welcome, yes. Structure too.

Randgrid let it happen. Let the wolf take her measure, scent and all, and find steadiness there.

“Come in, little cub.” Randgrid thrummed. She did not force a greeting, but lifted her nose up to the taller woman in offering.

. . . 

Eivor was inundated with smells as they entered what had to be the family home. It smelled of bright sunshine, deep earth, long standing cedar  and the musky scent of bear, wild and warm. There were top notes of dinner. Fresh bread, gooey butter, salted meats, and crisp greens. 

She felt exposed as they hung up their coats. Stripped of the armor that protected her, comforted her. “This is my mother, Randrid.”  Randgrid was older, silver hair long and plaited, wrapped around her head and pinned. She looked like something out of time as she paused on the stairs.

She smelled of food, and welcome. A welcome Eivor saw in action as she greeted Randvi. It was a loving playful gesture that the woman thought was intimate and weird, but her wolf was there for it, and it seemed both acceptable, and necessary. Eivor slunk closer to Randvi’s back as the wolf wrestled with the woman.

That decision was made for her as Randvi’s mother offered her an opportunity. She stepped forward as someone possessed, and dropped her nose to Randgrid’s as Randvi had before her. She made a soft noise in her throat, as their cheeks pressed next. 

Eivor dropped her head further, making that soft grunt in her throat again. Her wolf felt pleased beyond measure. The woman stepped back, blushing, a hand going to her hair in a self-conscious motion. Dear God help her—she had oinked. She cleared her throat.

“Thank you,” Eivor murmured.

“Of course.” Randgrid supplied. Recognizing that it was the woman who needed the words. “Let’s get some food in your belly.” Randgrid said.

As they moved into the dining area Randvi asked. “Where's father?” 

“Your brother enticed him over with I believe, humble pie, and seal.” 

Randvi pursed her lips. “Plus I thought it might give us some time to get to know our guest.” Randgrid emphasized guest so much that Randvi responded with an “Oh!” “Mother, this is Eivor— uh.” 

“Varinsdottir.” Eivor supplied with a smile.

“Your father was a dottir?” Randvi asked. “He was a Varin.” Eivor said with a smirk.

“Of course he was.” Randvi returned that smile.

The table was large though only three settings were made. 

A silver pot waited, and a platter, as well as a bowl of root vegetables. 

“Here is your seat Eivor.” Randvi said, patting the chair. “But let us wash up a bit before we settle for dinner.” 

Eivor looked at her paws— hands as if inspecting them for filth then nodded. “Yes, of course.” 

She missed the secret smile Randgrid gave her daughter. The two of them disappearing into the public restroom to wash their hands.

. . .

Dinner was kept light and to Randgrid’s delight, playful. Eivor seemed to take an interest in her youngest. And that interest was cautiously returned.

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[pandoraarti]

This is zack Elfman, he's a werebeast, but he doesn't believe in the Supernatural at all.... and refuses/ constantly denies that he is were Beast.....no matter how much evidence you have......

[howtohero]

Human/Animal Hybrids

Throughout your career you’ll no doubt find yourself going toe to toe with a variety of different monsters and creatures. One very common subset of monstrous-villain you’ll inevitably find yourself up against are werewolves, half-man, half-wolf, a net-total of 80% hair. But werewolves are not the only kind of animal-human hybrid. Throughout history men have been combined with every manner of beast under the sun (and over! Who can forget Wu Jing, the Ink Blot, half-man, half space-squid).

Werewolves seem to get most of the press and exposure, especially in fiction, because they’re actually the easiest to defeat. Just use some silver bullets. It’s as simple as that. Every superhero should have a few lying around in case of emergency. Just keep a handful in your utility belt. But that only works for werewolves. Well, I mean I guess if you hit the right spot a silver bullet would kill anybody. But they’re only a one-and-done deal when it comes to werewolves. Ditto the moon thing, most were-animals are either always monstrous hybrids, or have the power to change at will. Which is pretty nifty. Were-animals can make pretty formidable foes. We’ve long held the belief that animals, given the proper training, can be far more formidable crime fighters than lame old human beings (and they’re especially more formidable crime fighters than lame young human beings). So when you start mashing humans and animals together you’re bound to get something that can bring the pain in a fight. So how do you fight something like that? 

First off, you need to stay up to date on your allergy shots. You don’t want to go down in a fight because you have a sneezing fit every time you’re in close proximity to fur. That would be super embarrassing. Second off, when fighting a were-human you need to take advantage of the fact that they’re part animal. Keep in mind that in this form their more animalistic instincts will be heightened. Use that to your advantage. If they’re part carnivore, like a were-lion or were-mongoose then they might be easily distracted by something as simple as a big juicy steak. Which sure, you probably won’t have on you at all times. But if you’ve got a were-predator in your regular rogues gallery it might not be a bad idea to keep some raw meat in your utility belt, as gross as it may sound. The alternative is sending me money to fund my research into inta-meat pellets! Insta-meat pellets: For when you want meat, instantly. [Insta-meat is not to be confused with insta-meet, which is when you meet somebody in the comments section of an Instagram post and then become best friends and/or lovers who become traveling stage magicians.] 

If your enemy is part insect consider investing in a comically large fly swatter or, if you’re one of those heroes that doesn’t have a regular phone number forcing people to shine a giant light into the sky to get your attention, you might want to consider having your allies switch it on in order to distract these buggy baddies. If your enemy is part herbivore the insta-meat trick won’t work but, lucky for you, herbivores are like super into grass. Just redirect the fight to a field and let their overwhelming hunger (and four distinct stomach compartments if they’re part cow) do the work for you. If your villain is part fish (and not in the way that would scientifically classify them as a merperson, that’s outside the purview of this particular post) then try the time-tested method of getting out of the water! 

If your opponent is part bird then I recommend going for the wings. Chances are 90% of their combat style makes use of them in some form or another and you gotta imagine that a person who decided they wanted to be part blue jay planned on being able to fly. So taking out their wings will go a long way to winning the battle. They’ll be in pain, caught off guard and unprepared and probably be hella disappointed.

It also might behoove you to do a little research on the particular animal your enemy has merged with. (I used the word behoove because this is a post about animals!) Especially if you’re going to come up against them again. Learn about the animal’s ideal living conditions, habits, diet, and general likes and dislikes (most species of animals have a catchall social media profile that details all this stuff for your reading convenience). Learning all of this information will help you to better strategize and fight your furry foe the next time you go toe to talon with them. This will allow you to gain the advantage in hand to paw combat. With any luck you’ll be able to send them running off with their tail between their legs.

And remember, there are plenty of superheroic were-animals out there too. If you find yourself going up against a hybrid miscreant that’s giving you a rough time, feel free to reach out to them for pointers or even a good old fashioned team-up. 

[berryshiara]

Randivor - Modern Werewolf/bear

Fluffuary2026 Day 5 Accidental Mirroring

“You need to call our babu’s in for breakfast,” Randgrid said after thirty minutes.

She didn’t know her husband already stood at the window, watching with quiet pleasure as the leggy white wolf and their daughter raced up and down the beach, playing.

Since Randvi had come home from the world, she had been all about work, and learning, and becoming the alpha her mother knew she could be. She was tireless, determined to be a worthy successor. But she often forgot that she needed time for herself, too.

Now she ran past the house with peals of laughter and bright, unguarded joy that filled him with such warmth he didn’t even hear his wife until she was beside him, curling into his side as they watched together.

Randvi darted back toward the surf, lobbing a weak throw into the deep.

The wolf barked at the shoreline, then dug through the stones until she found a suitable rock, towing it proudly back to their daughter.

“Good girl!” Randvi called, laughing and clapping.

She took the rock from the wolf’s mouth, scrubbed fluffy cheeks with both hands, then tossed it again.

From the window, Randgrid hummed softly.

“Mmmhmm.” Rus agreed.

“It almost feels like a shame.” Rus chuckled squeezing his wife. “I’ll go get them.” 

* * *

Randvi sat in the mud room with a towel, “Paw.” She said and tapped the white wolves leg. After several more repetitions and a gentle tug she took the offered paw and rubbed it down with a towel. “Paw.” She said and tapped the next paw. The wolf handed the same paw. Randvi chuckled, put that paw down and tapped the new one. “This paw.” She said, and rubbed it when it was offered. “Good.” She said and rubbed perky ears again. “Now the back ones.”

That met with some resistance. The leggy wolf twisted and nipped, getting a hand to the face. “No.” Randvi murmured as she rubbed the back paw, first the one then the other. Tapping the nose when teeth came out again. 

“You have to get used to this. Mama would bite your ears if she had to. You don't want that. Trust me.” She laughed and then pushed the wolf gently when she was done.

Randvi put the wolf in a resting sit again and moved for the door. She was supposed to remain sitting until Randvi herself crossed into the house first.

They had practiced this coming out of the door too. She was pleased the wolf waited. “Okay.” She said and motioned the young shifter in.

She followed Randvi into the bathroom. “You don’t have to follow me. Go say hi to mom and dad. Go on— be social.” Those fluffy ears pivot and then the wolf looked out into the hall before she looked back to Randvi. The she wolf leaned against the door with a huff. Randvi chuckled. “Yeah me too.” “Probably because someone was snoring.” She looked at her in the mirror while she washed her hands.

A tongue lolled out as the wolf yawned. “You can crash after breakfast. You are too skinny.” Randvi shook her hands off in the sink. 

* * *

Wolf and woman came out of the hallway to the table.

 Randgrid was putting the finished carved steak, veggies, and grains in the silver animal bowl on the floor when they walked in. A smile touched her as she saw Randvi’s hand on fluffy shoulders. Eyes bright, smiles on both faces.

Randgrid said nothing. She only watched, memorizing the way they moved together.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /

A/N - Im traveling today so got this done early.

[berryshiara]

FLUFF-uary Day 2 Silly Banter Randivor - Modern Day - Port Protection

Consider me a rebel, its not only dialogue. XD This continues from Day 1

Skarde looked up as someone kicked at the door of the trading post. He saw his sister, and in her arms, the blonde she had chased out the door. A quick jaunt to the door, and he was reaching to help. 

“No, don’t help.” Randvi said, her tone soft but firm. He pulled himself back and nodded. 

“Go lay down a blanket near the stove.” 

“Yeah, I can do that.” He said trotting back towards the back. 

She spent a few moments shucking the blonde’s wet clothes before wrapping her up. Stuffing her own coat under a wet head and settling their exhausted guest in for a nap.

When she came out Skarde was talking softly with Squibb. The man came in to get his mail, and some supplies the trading hub had.

“Afternoon Randvi.” “Squibb.” She said nodding, her eyes shifting to her brother. He gave a small shake of his head.

“Are you battening down for the weather?” He asked shifting a roll of tar paper up onto his shoulder.

“Aren’t we always?” She asked with a small laugh.

“That’s no joke.” He nodded. “Well, I best be getting on.” “Be seeing you.” “I’ll help you out.” Skarde said. 

“I won’t say no.” He chuckled.

By the time Skarde came back in, the air purifiers were already humming. He moved with purpose towards the main counter where Randvi was sitting. She looked up from where she was tying a luer, a smile on her lips.

“So.”

“So.” She responded, stilling her hands, giving him her attention.

He took in a breath and just said it. “I came to ask if you wanted to play cards with Thyra and me tonight. Ran’s coming.”

“You needed someone to humble her?” “Fiercly.” They grinned. “Plus we were having seal for dinner. I know it's your favorite.”

She made a face, something mournful.

“You could bring our new friend?”

She put her hook down. “I don’t think Eivor is ready to meet Ran.”

“Eivor?” He asked and smirked.

“Don’t.” She warned.

He snickered, shaking his head. 

She sighed but her smile was still there. “You really don’t have to make jokes about every pretty girl that comes through our doors.” 

“I’m not!” He laughed, but leaning in he whispered. “You were the one who called her pretty.” 

She growled at him. “It was— aptly descrip— you know what out with you. I don't owe you anything. You are getting as bad as our danger twins. I swear.” 

“Ouch! You wound me!” Skarde put a hand over his heart, and backed up as she pointed to the door.

“Go, stop by at mama’s and let her know I might be late and coming home with a friend.” 

Skarde snickered again.

“Out!”

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[berryshiara]

FLUF-uary 2026 Randivor - Modern Day

Day 4 Friendly Competition (its very subtle)

Randvi had everything squared away for the night. Dinner done, showers managed, and Eivor tucked away. She was sitting at her desk finishing a journal entry when it hit her how late it was. Setting her pen down she sighed, giving the doodle of the blonde a final glance before she closed the book. 

She stood and stretched, working all the kinks out when a solid thud at her door startled her.

“Holy hell!” She breathed looking at the door. When that solid thump came again she scampered around the desk for the door. “Wait!” She said, smelling the wolf. “HOLD!” She commanded as the door came open. The she-wolf, who had backed its rump up against the banister, charged right through her open door. She hit the handmade area rag rug and thumped chest first into the front end of her desk. Writing implements scattered, her journal flew, and every drawer in the desk rattled from the blow. 

Randvi just stood there holding the door handle as she watched the pretty wolf rearrange her furniture. 

“Well…” She murmured. The wolf twisted around. <b>“Wait!”</b> Randvi called seeing all that rambunctious muscle gather.

The beast paused, her shoulders lowered, hips raised, caught ready for mid pounce, or charge. “Just wait…” Randvi said hands raised in a firm signal to the beast. 

A fluffy white tail swished. 

“There needs to be some ground rules.” Randvi started. The wolf didn’t care. . . she was distracted by something and turned to investigate it nose snuffling at Randvi’s blankets. “That’s—”

The wolf hopped up onto her bed, and proceeded to grab the blanket leaf in its great mouth and roll…

Randvi sighed. “--mine.” She didn’t bother closing the door, afraid the wolf would start bashing on it from this side. “Eivor.” The wolf’s ears pricked up, blue eyes almost glowed from the blanket burrito she had made on Randvi’s bed. “At least you know that…” She muttered and then moved beside the bed pointed to the floor. “Down!” She commanded. “Get down.” She reaffirmed. The urge to explain the etiquette being all blown to hell right here was strong, but Eivor was definitely not in her listening mind. She was in her doing mind. The large wolf laid on the bed within the blanket roll. “Here!” Randvi reiterated. Pointing with her finger by her feet. This was HER room! No matter how freaking charming the untrained pup was, she would not survive in shifter society without proper training. 

The wolf slunk forward out of the rolled blankets, flowing off the bed like water she slunk to where Randvi pointed and then sat up, her nose sliding up under Randvi’s arm, seeking reassurance and comfort. “Good girl.” Randvi put her and over the wolf’s snout, getting a long warm tongue for her trouble.  “Oh…” She pushed the white wolf back. “Gently.” She said and pointed to the spot again.

The wolf came to sit once more as she had been bid, head dipping submissively, tail optimistically cautious.

“Better.” Randvi said and put her hand on the wolf's snout. 

She chuffed pleased.

“No tongue.” Tongues and noses needed invitation, not answering through demand. That got you scolded. It got you put in your place. Randvi pet soft head and ears.

“Stay.” Randvi said to the wolf as she moved back. Not because she was giving ground, but because the light switch needed to be turned off. 

The wolf waited, pale eyes watching, tail thumping softly. 

“Having a big ‘little’ wolf was not on my dance card this year.” She muttered with a sigh. Randvi managed the light, and got over to her bed, fixing blankets before climbing in. 

The wolf still waited. Randvi watched her, not sure what to do. It was clear that Eivor was not having that whole “alone” thing tonight. “Boof.” The wolf voiced, waiting for an invitation. “Okay but—” The would bound up onto the bed, and Randvi. “OOf! Ow! Ow! God! Lay down!” The wolf complied with a less than cautious plop. Randvi grunted. The wolf boofed.

“You are close enough.” She said even though she knew she wasn't close enough for the young wolf. “Boof.” 

“God, no…” Randvi murmured and pushed at the wolf, trying to claim her own space. There were more paws, and more pushing. The wolf rowed thinking they were now playing a game. “Out!” Randvi commanded, pointing to the floor. White ears went back, her head dropped. “I said it, I meant it.” She said softer. The wolf didn’t care about what she said, only what she meant, and if she REALLY meant it. “Out.” She said again, not pushing, not physically dumping the wolf out, but demanding her obedience. She growled soft a warning in the back of her throat. The wolf slunk off the bed, fluid like water once more. She rolled over onto her back, giving Randvi her belly and throat. Randvi dropped her hand taking possession of that offering, getting a soft whine that asked ‘Will you hurt me?’ 

She pet the dusky white fur, rubbing up her neck and down her chest, leaning over the edge of the bed. “You need to be calm.” She said, and then just said the words. “Calm.” She imbued it with the emotion she needed Eivor to mirror. As the wolf rolled over she lay her head on large paws, soaking up the gentle reassurance when Randvi permitted it.

“Stay.” She told the pup. Adjusting her pillows, and blankets, and then her body. The white wolf sat up, and ten rested her head on the bed. Longe noise taking up space. “Pushing your luck there pup.” Randvi murmured as she settled back against the wall. She was far enough away a long nose even on the wolf could not touch her. They stared at each other. “Good girl.” Randvi murmured. She sat up and put her finger on the far side of the bed near her feet.”Here.” “Right here.” She said and waited for the wolf to respond. “Come.” She said.

Standing up on long legs she stepped up onto the bed where directed, and sat. “Good. I like this energy.” She said and lay back, fixing her blankets before she said. “Lay down.” 

The wolf looked at her at the distance from the foot to the head, gauged if she could argue and then lay down, taking up as little space as she possibly could. “Good girl.” She dragged her finger up the bed. “Here.”

Fluffy ears pricked forward, pleased with this idea more. She belly crawled up the bed until her nose  touched that spot. Randvi laughed softly. “Much nicer.”

She curled her arm around the wolf’s fluffy head shaking her own. “Let’s hope you aren't completely humiliated in the morning. I would hate for such a charming wolf to break her humans spirit.” She placed a kiss on the white wolf’s head.

She fell asleep petting the pretty wolf. 

* * *

Randvi woke to an empty bed. She sat up looking around the room for the overgrown pup. No white or fluff anywhere.  Rolling out of bed she followed the scent to the door, where Eivor’s wolf intermingled with her parents. Curiously she followed it down the stairs, stopping in the great room where the white wolf had found another lap. 

“Ummm. Dad?”

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed, sitting there reading his book, calloused hands working through soft white fur. He put his book down, peering at her, as if this was what he did every morning. 

“Who’s your friend dad?” 

Pale eyes opened, a tail swishing softly on the couch. He smiled and scrubbed soft ears. “A very polite little lady, yes?” He asked the young wolf, and chuckled as her tail moved happily. “Yes she is.” He murmured. “She waited patiently for permission. More than I could say about you when you were little.” “Uh huh.” Randvi did not rise to that bait. There was a big difference from when she was a little bear, and Eivor and her wolf pup self. Pup used as a loose term for being a young wolf shifter. Because Eivor was very much larger than her wolfy cousins.

Randvi smirked, but wandered off towards the kitchen, and mama bear.

“Ah my little one.” Randgrid bleated a good morning note. Their cheeks touching before they hugged. 

“Just when I think my life hits a boring note—”

Randgrid scoffed. “Scurrlous lies.” She swiped at Randvi as her daughter poked her fingers in the blueberry waffle batter. 

“It does make me wonder.” Randgrid murmured with a hooded look directly at her youngest, who perched across the kitchen island where she sucked on ill gotten gains.

“About what?” Randvi smacked, licking her lips. “A great many things.” Randgrid murmured, a smirk firmly in place.

Randvi looked up puzzled and then away. “Not you too.” She grunted.

“A mother worries!” 

“Mom…”

The sound of claws on the tile made Randvi look at the lanky wolf with a bemused expression. 

“Did you hear what she said?”

“Boof.”

Randvi huffed, both amused and charmed. “Gonna go make sweet with my fadir again?” 

The wolf gave a lazy, unapologetic grin.

“I am surprised to find the wolf this morning. Randvi reach across the island. “Can i give her  a piece?” “No…” Randgrid said shooing her daughters hands away. “To be honest, she is probably relieved to be somewhere she feels safe. Both from predators, and from harming people. Probably needs to go stretch those long legs of hers. You should take her out. By the time you get back I will have breakfast for you both. Something a bit more substantial than waffles for wolves.” Randgrid checked the big fat steak she was cooking in the castiron pan.

. . .

Upstairs, Randvi changed and stationed the white wolf at the door so she wouldn’t get underfoot. The wolf watched, unblinking, tail swishing lazily. Part of Randvi wanted to complain, but the vulnerable woman beneath the untrained wolf gave her pause. How much of Eivor was present in the “now”? Would she remember any of this?

Randvi sighed. She couldn’t complain—it might hurt “them,” and she would never do that. Not to strangers, not to family, not to charming new friends.

“Come on, puppy,” she said, as close to a tease as she could manage. Eivor would have to make peace with that much.

She was in the mudroom, pulling on her boots, when the white wolf’s attention snapped to the door. A low, cautious growl rumbled as she tucked herself behind Randvi.

“Easy,” Randvi said softly, then firmed her voice toward the outside door. “Stop!”

“Don’t shoot!” came a teasing call from one of their cuddle, but the tension filling the mudroom wasn’t the sort of thing to joke about.

“Go to the front door!” Randvi commanded.

“What’s that sweet smell ya got in there Randvi?” There was a pause. 

Birna… a hopeless romantic wrapped in snark and sass.

“You don’t want what we got.” Randvi said, as the wolf voiced their malcontent a little louder. Randvi stepped closer to the wolf, forcing her to back walk and look up at her. “Enough.” She held a finger up to that black glossy nose.

White ears went back, eyes flicking from Randvi to the door.

Birna chuckled. “I believe that, see you later Red.”

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[wolftwins]

Based on a conversation I had with my sister.

Sis: Weremonkeys are just men.

Me: 🤨😕 (I guess...)

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The Sacred Book of the Werewolf

The present text, which is also known under the title of ‘A Hu-Li’ is in fact a clumsy literary forgery, produced by an unknown author during the first quarter of the twenty-first century.

And then, at last, I shall discover who I really am.

— Victor Pelevin