She knew he was awake when she felt the muscles under the fur move before she heard the sniffing, her eyes stayed shut while she waited to see if she’d made a very stupid mistake by laying on a werewolf.
But she decided it was safe when he sniffed her side, with a sort of wonder she realized he was checking how she was doing, not upset that she’d pressed her face into him. For a second she flushed in brief understanding of how badly that could have gone, and then when she thought…this is a person, too. Is this weird? He didn’t seem to think it was, at least, but she sat up anyways. her hand stayed on his fur, though.
When he sniffed her face, she scrunched her nose up and smiled a bit, what a weird situation to be in. And she’d been in weird ones.
“Hello, then.” Jack decided it was probably time to say something, wondering if he could change at will to answer anything she said. She assumed he might, doubting he’d bandaged her up with those claws. Going to push her hair out of her face, she found a left stuck in there, and pulled it out, giving it an displeased look, wondering what the rest of her looked like. Probably like she’d been chased a few miles through the woods, was stabbed, and fell in a bunch of mud. Jack turned her attention back to the big blue eyes, which she noted now far more than the big teeth. They seemed like hard eyes, but nice ones. She thought that they probably started out a lot softer. Hers probably had as well.
“Thank you for…you know, eating those guys and stuff.” It was then she realized how long it had been since she’d made small talk. It was, apparently, a skill one had to maintain to be good at. Something better had to be said, and her next words:
“I’m Jack, by the way” was alright, maybe a bit quickly added. But she wondered if he could see in her eyes the immediate regret when she stuck her hand out, as if you shake hands. It just hung there in the air like a very awkward mistake. There was no way the size difference would make actually shaking hands possible. Also it was weird.
He pulled his head back just a little when she sat up and he watched. His ears moved when she talked and he considered whether she knew that he understood. He gave an amused huff when she thanked him for eating the men, and looked very pleased with himself. He looked into her eyes, red eyes, like blood. He wondered at her, red eyes would seem evil, but this was just a young woman, and she certainly didn’t feel evil. When she stuck out her hand he considered for a moment before sticking his snout into it and then licking. He pulled back with some husky chuckling.
This was…nice. Completely bizarrely and weirdly nice. She was sure, now that he was safe -at least to her. She started hearing rain hitting the sides of the wooden house, and thought about how cold it had been out before, how much colder the rain would make it. And here was this cozy little cabin, with a warm fire and a very large and violent beast that seemed happy to eat people that wasn’t her.
Although as warm and safe as it felt, it was a bit odd talking to an animal that was actually a person. She had of course, aimless spoken to animals, she had stray dogs and cats - once some sort of large salamander- and horses that followed her or traveled with her at times that she spoke too to pass the time, but none of them ever were actually people that understood her (she hoped, that would be awkward to find out). Jack struggled to remember anything she had read over the years about werewolves, the myths and legends. But there had been so many different accounts she couldn’t be sure which was actually true.
Absently stoking at his fur, she looked around the place. There was furniture, wolves didnt need that, so he had to be able to change. Unfortunately, the woods were too thick for her to have seen the phase of the moon, and she’d been running to long to remember the date. So she couldn’t be sure he could switch back and forth. But the bandages were a good clue. Although maybe he was just that good with his claws, that he could bandage a wound without turning her sides to ribbons.
“Can you choose when you turn back and forth? Not that this isnt fine, Its just that I can barley hold up my side of a conversation, let alone the whole thing. And it would be nice to know what to call you.”
He watched her with increasing interest, becoming a little distracted with the red look of her gaze. He made deep but wayward noises about the changing form and communication, he wasnt fond on the idea of changing any time soon, and being in even his mid human form before her made him feel nervous. The sounds may have translated his weariness. He turned his head from her, looking to the fire but just thinking, considering for a long while why not to change, it did have some preferable outcomes for some things... he decided to go for it, no reason to be cowardly before this small gorgeous creature. Right?
He got up and stretched on all fours for a moment and then stood, looking down on her from his great height. He gave an apathetic humming growl and walked away. He continued the growly noises as he willed himself to turn back into a more human phase, his height lessened and the monstrous bulk of his chest, arms and legs faded, yet as he caught his breath and breathed with smaller lungs there still was a great thickness to his body. The thick dark brown fur coat shrunk too, receding over his skin but stoping halfway to what a normal hairy man would be covered in. This fur met up with long and messy hair and poked back up over large wolf ears. His back was turned to her so she could see his equally thick ass if she cared to, but it was a little hard to see for the long bushy tail, dark brown too though some silver could be seen here and at his head too. He took another deep breath and huffed as he continued on to go find some pants, "Names Bucky. You can call me that, or Buck, just dont call me a good boy."
