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Well cripes, this was a fine mess a wolf could get himself into, wasn’t it? Wolf honestly didn’t expect to become a sudden wedding planner for a sweet young lady. He just hopes he hasn’t already gone into this too deep by agreeing to do so, or that he’ll be screwing up her happiness. Mistakes could be made, oh and things can get messy. If there is one thing Wolf knows about romantic messes, it’s a lot, considering his experience with who he tried with and the whole history of where he came from. Love is the most important and strongest thing in the universe.

Yes, it’s decided. Idris’ happiness should be the best and this wedding should go perfectly for her!

Soon enough Wolf arrived where Idris lived, and cleared his throat before knocking the door. Trying to let himself look presentable. He wasn’t too scruffy today, was he? Wolf looked away for a moment to brush himself off while he waited.

Hearing the knock, Sexy hoisted herself up off of the chair she’d been seated on and took a few strides toward the door, grasping the knob to pull it opened. Peering around the door, she smiled to Wolf and watched a moment as he brushed himself off. Well, that was long enough of silence.

“Hello!” her voice was loud in the moment, although inviting. She stepped back from the door, abandoning it for him to take care of should he come inside. Unfortunately, Idris is not the most hospitable of people, being unused to being a person herself. Raising her hands, she motions toward the refrigerator halfheartedly, “Should you want something to eat, or drink, there are things in there. The Doctor typically keeps it stocked, I’m not really certain where he goes to fetch such things but it’s plentiful at the moment.”

“Do you like biscuits?” She turned on her heel to look at the man, narrowing her eyes slightly, tilting her head in thought as though contemplating to herself whether she could recall if she did, or didn’t. “I recall them tasting decently, although nothing so grand as pudding.” She smiled. Oh goodness, pardon her crazy, Wolf.

“Would you like some pudding? I think I have some, somewhere.

Maybe.”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not what you’re here for. Eating has nothing to do with gowns. Where do I locate gowns, Wolf?”

Down to business, as it were.

Wolf returned the greeting with a bright smile, “Oh why hello!” Letting himself give a half bow before entering her home. Wolf let himself look toward where the fridge is, ooo now he’s curious if they may have some meat. Oh but he should be alright for now. Wolf gave a grin, “Oh I’m quite fond of anything really when it comes to food, mainly meat, mostly meat, but that’s alright we don’t have to worry about that for now, grrf.”

Holding out a hand, Wolf spoke dramatically, “Our beautiful bride to be, must have a dress! Yes! THAT is what we are here for~! And we will have a most fun day out while we go look for one! Our first stop~ New Hope!”

“Meat?” She scrunched her nose at that one. She wasn’t particularly fond of meat, it made her have to chew a lot more than she would have liked otherwise, but she shrugged it off. If he didn’t want a snack, that was fine. The food was always going to be there later should he change his mind on the matter. She certainly hoped he wasn’t going to ask for meat, though, as she really didn’t know how to cook. That was a reminder to herself that she should look into books for learning that sort of thing, it was the last thing on her mind though.

Wedding planning seemed to occupy most of her time.

“New Hope,” she couldn’t help but to laugh. “What a perfectly fitting name, don’t you think? Right!” With a nod, Sexy motioned toward the door for him to lead the way, as she didn't know it. “Shall we search for hope within New Hope, then?”

Wolf grinned, really he loved making new friends like her. He felt a particular excitement that he’ll be helping her have a happy ending with her love. Wolf let himself be a gentleman and held out his arm for her to take, as he headed toward the door with her, “Then let’s be on our way and get your dress m’lady!”

With an almost arrogant smile, Idris grasped the man’s arm and journeyed out from her apartment with him onto the streets of Paixao. It didn’t take them all that long to locate the shop and heading up to the doorstep, Sexy grasped the handle and pushed opened on the door, glancing up as a little bell rang out.

“Quaint!” she remarked before focusing her attention onto the mounds and racks of clothing. She had to admit, this place certainly seemed the right area to look for something to wear, but to a wedding? Well, they would see. Honestly, they just had to look for a blue dress, not particularly a wedding gown. So it shouldn’t be all that difficult, right?

Right!?

“Where should we start? Do they have a gown location?”

Gladly taking Idris’ arm, Wolf led her toward the shop. When they arrived he watched her explore around to look at the different dresses. Wolf started to look through the dresses, “I don’t think they got a gown location per-say… I would say keep your eye out for big poofy fancy dancey dresses!”

Pulling out a light blue one with decorative flowers on it, it was long and had a built in flare, “Like this one! It’s long, pretty, got some nice little flowers on it. Not exactly your fairy tale look but if it’s you it’s you.”

Sexy was sifting through racks of dresses herself, briefly wondering if she should just take some for normal every day wear as she was getting sick of the drab one she was typically seen in, and hearing Wolf speak, tossed the dress she was looking at back onto the rack before making her way over to him. He certain had an eye for blues, didn’t he? She smiled, the color was rather pretty.

“Hm, what are those?” Leaning to look at the tuft, she raises her brows at the flowers. “Pretty shade, are those sewn on? Perhaps I can have them removed.”

Arching a brow, she gives Wolf a look over and looks to the clothing in the shop. “You’ll need a blue suit as well, you know, dear man.”

“Flowers, well fake flowers, but they look nice don’t they?” Wolf said as held out the dress toward her. He gave a nod, “I think they are, yea.” Tilts his head, “Don’t like the flowers?” Maybe she’s the type that prefers the sparkles on the dress instead. Or frills.

Wolf looked around, “Oh pfft, well that shouldn’t be to hard to find.” As he offered Idris to hold the dress as looked for his own suit, “What shade of blue would you prefer on the men though?”

She’s mulling over the flowers, actually. To be honest, she’s uncertain of most of her opinions on things, having just discovered that she has an opinion on most things. It takes a moment, but she finally shakes her head and motions to the flowers with a wave of her hand.

“They’re nice, but I don’t think they’re for me. Perhaps something else, something more… ” glancing around to see what she wants to use to make her point, Sexy just looks down to her own dress and pinching the fabric between her fingers, lifts it some to show him. Despite it being torn and a bit tattered, her dress is still somewhat pretty. “—like this, with ruffle-y things on it, yes? Frills? Is that what they’re called? Frills, yes. I think frills are just as lovely as buttons.”

Buttons being knobs and switches that one might find on a console, not that Wolf would realize that.

“Hm.” Shifting her footing, Idris’ lips tug into a smile and her hands clap together, letting go of the tuft of her dress to do so. “Perhaps a slightly darker blue, more navy, like my outer walls as a police box. That would do.”

Wolf gave a shrug and put the blue dress back. Continuing to let his hand graze over the different types of dresses. Wolf then took a glance down at Idris’ dress. He blinked for a moment in observation, oh yes, frills and lace. The very elegant look yes. Wolf gave a smile and nod, now understanding what she prefers in looks, “Ah see, very lovely! Awwwwooo~ I like it!”

Giving a look back at the clothes, Wolf tried his best to see if he can find what the bride-to-be prefers. He glanced back at Idris as tilted his head, “Oh yes a dark blue, hm…” Wolf scratched the side of neck in thought, “Can’t say I know what a police box looks like though.”

“You haven’t?” Looking to be rather properly scandalized, Idris gave a shake of her head and moved toward her Man of Honor. Patting his back, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “How could you possibly not know what that is? Large, dark blue, telephone within for calling police should a situation be terrible — well, unless you’re inside of me that is.”

That was perhaps the worst phrasing known to mankind.

“Well,” she shrugged gently, moving to look over some more dresses. She would get to the suits sooner or later. “No need to fret, I know what color it is of course. I’ve been the same color for centuries now.”

She paused and glanced over herself, clearing her throat, she shrugged her shoulders gently. “Ah well, before being put into this flesh body, at least.”

Wolf turned to face her as she patted him. He tilted his head toward her, much like how a confused puppy would. Then gave a shrug with a smile, “Sorry, I’m afraid I come from a world where stuff like that isn’t quite as advanced. I know the ‘telephone’, is from Virginia’s world, but we don’t have that in mine. If you wanna go talk with someone who isn’t around ya, best do it by letter, or if you’re fancy, magic.”

Glancing back at the dresses with Idris, he browsed with her in curiosity, as he looked among the outfits. Then Wolf tilted his head again, “I can imagine it’d be difficult to adjust… Idris, would you mind me asking you a question?”

“Magic?” At this point, she’s trying not to sound cynical of magic, all things considered and where she’s found herself at and how. Still, she waves her hand to dismiss the topic and finds herself looking over some strange looking gowns. Shrugging them off, she turns to look at him as he speaks to her.

“Well of course, sweet man, you can ask whatever you’d like to ask. And I shall do my best to answer.” She nods.

Wolf looked over to Idris looking sincere, “Are you comfortable? I mean, are you alright in your human form? I know you’re getting married but, I want to know if everything is well for you.” He expressed his concern, mainly because he couldn’t help but worry. Turning from one form to another must be exhausting, especially if it’s permanent.

“Comfortable?”

The question threw her off. Lowering her gaze, she thought about it and couldn’t rightly come up with a proper response. It was different. There was much to get used to with a flesh body, eating, sleeping — both of which she’d never had use for beforehand. There were other things to get used to with having lost her protective shell and inner workings; she used to know everything, literally. She possessed the ability to see the whole of time: all the lines that scattered throughout, every which possible outcome. She always knew what was going to happen: being human, she didn’t.

“It is… confusing. There are things I can no longer do and there are things I am grateful to not have to deal with anymore. And, of course, there are things I have to get used to having to do with this flesh body.” Shifting her position, she glanced to the man. “I am getting used to the change, yes, but comfortable with it?”

She paused and frowned. The body of a human being could only withhold the gargantuan form of a TARDIS for so long before it would succumb to its own destruction. Sexy was surprised, thus far, to know that the broken body of Idris’ was managing to hold together and hadn’t burnt up just yet — although she had to wonder if that was something to do with the city itself. Perhaps it wouldn’t allow her to die?

“No, I am not comfortable with this. But,” and a smile touched her lips, soft and warm, most unlike her otherwise crazed self. “In this form I can speak with him, with words. We can see one another and I can share time with him, together, just he and I without the constant clatter of other peoples’ feets within my walls. I can be with him and see him smile, and laugh.

That, then, makes this discomfort worth it. The Doctor deserves smiles. He deserves laughter and joy. I will give it to him, if that is all that I may do in this fleshling body, then my life will have been a good one.”

At least, if nothing else, it was honest.

Wolf lowered his own gaze as he tried to look in her eyes as she spoke. From what he was used to on terms of people changing into a human, it was usually from some enchantment. He knew there is those grateful for the change, and some who just want to go back to how they were before. Unfortunately it seemed to be a combination of the two for dear Idris. Without hesitation Wolf reached out to hold Idris’ hands in comfort. “It’s love, it’s love that helps you feel this way. And I am grateful it has helped you with the Doctor. He’s a good man for you to have.”

“Although…” Wolf leaned in, “Do not hesitate to ask for help, if you’re feeling at your worse. Uncomfortable anyway, I will gladly try my best to help as much as I can,” the he gave a gentle smile, “Besides, it’s the job for the man that’s the Made of Honor, right?”

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Hardly recognizing it as such, she felt her face grow hot as a blush touches her skin. ‘It’s love,’ is it? Perhaps so, Idris had never felt anything but warm feelings for the man that she had so long ago chosen to be her thief. Smile widening, she offers a nod to Wolf and without so much more of a thought, she gently tugged on his hands to bring him closer to her body. Lifting her arms, Idris’ wrap around his shoulders into a hug.

She was not typically well rounded with social events, but for some reason, she felt as though this kind of thing was meant to happen in that moment.

“Thank you, Wolf. You are a very, very kind man.”

Wolf smiled with her and brought himself over to give her a good hug back, nuzzling just slightly in comfort. He grinned as he let go. She really was a lovely woman, who deserves the best. Wolf tilted his head toward her, “And you’re a very lovely sweetheart, I’m glad to have met you.”

Putting a hand back down Wolf held Idris’ hands, to take her to next aisle of dresses, “Now let’s go look for your wonderful gown, gotta prepare for your best day!”

“Likewise!” She smiled, well met indeed.

Ah, that’s right. Back to the dresses.

Moving with his tugging, she headed along, looking over gowns as they wandered the aisles.

“Something poofy, and frilly, and blue. I can imagine there should be something here, somewhere, to that effect.” Tugging a dress, she looked it over and set it back. “And then we can look for a suit for you, my dear man.”

Already Wolf was on the job as he browsed through the aisle looking through all the different dressed. Letting his hand glide across some and peering in to see the details on others, he gave nod, “Not a problem at all my dear!”

Then giving a little huff, Wolf grabbed one of the long poofy bellshapped blue dress, with classic laced sleeves. It was embroided rather sweetly with lace, along with a nice ruffled bustle in the back. “How about this one, it looks rather similar to yours I think,” Wolf said showing Idris the dress.

Idris moved from one of the aisle and peered at the dress he was showing off to her. A smile lighted on her face and she gave a nod, moving from the area of the store she had found herself in to join him at the rack he was looking at.

“Oh, yes— I do believe that is the one.” Reaching a hand out to grasp the tuft of the dress, she lifted it and looked it over some. Apparently there was something distinctly interesting about what was on the underside of the gown; maybe she was just making sure that the fabric that would be against her skin wouldn’t be something terrible to have rubbing against her all the evening. Letting go of the gown, she beamed to the man she’d chosen to be her Maid—Made of Honor.

“Yes, yes. This is perfect, just perfect!” she clapped her hands together and nodded once more. “Now you, you must find something for you in the way of trousers and such, yes? Let’s see.”

With that, she moved toward the section geared towards men and began sifting through the racks of clothing, looking for the perfect color of blue pants for him.

After a moment she asked: “What’s your size? I gather these things have to fit right…”

Wolf smiled. So glad they were able to find the perfect dress for her. He observed the dress with her, tail wagging happily, so proud of himself that they were able pick one out. He gave out a chuckle, “Awwwoooo~! I’m so glad you like it!”

Snapping a finger, Wolf nodded, “Oh yes! We should go look for that!” He said as he followed her, carefully carrying the dress as they went to go look for his own suit. “Awwwooo, let’s see…” Looking down at his own waist, he observed himself, turning around to look at his tail, then scratched his chin, hoping he hadn’t been purging on bacon a little bit too much, “Well last time I was tailor I was at 36 inch waist but grrf… I think it is the same, at least hopefully it is…”

Noting his waggling tail, Idris almost opted to pat his head and give him a ‘good boy’ — but withheld the desire to do so. Something told her that it wasn’t really the proper thing to do, no matter how hound-like the man appeared to be. Besides, it wouldn’t do to belittle her Man of Honor for this wedding shindig, after all. Unfortunately she didn’t know that many people, so, having a friend to take part in the ceremony with her; even though she had just met him, was more than she could have asked for — so best not to ruin it by treating him like some sort of mange.

“Thirty-six, you say?” Nodding, the machine turned woman moved to search through a rack that had the sizes more readily on display. She was aiming for a certain specific color of blue and fretted that she might not find it. Specifics were usually made to be ordered, not simply lying around in shops, after all. Luck, as it were, seemed to be on her side because grasping the color she wanted, she realized the size matched what he gave her!

“Now, that’s lucky, I think. Or planned, but! I choose to go with luck, because whom would know what I want other than myself and I certainly don’t recall coming into this store to plant pants here to find.”

With that, she offered the suit to Wolf and smiled warmly to him. “What do you think, dear? Isn’t it just the most beautiful color of blue?”

Honestly if Idris did consider petting Wolf’s head he would of enjoyed it, after all he enjoyed her company and loved getting pets. His canine nature simply wouldn’t be able to ignore it. Wolf looked with Idris through the selection. Curiously seeing if they had a pair that suited him best. Of course he would have to accommodate with his tail, though that has never been too much of a problem for him, it’s really only bad during the full moon.

Wolf smiled as he took the pants so he can place them against his legs in observation. He looked up and gave a sort of half pose for the bride-to-be, “Awwwwo~ I think it looks great, ah-Almost forgot, the ties! Did you want those to be light blue?”

Ties? Oh yes, those strange things that the Doctor seemed to have an affinity for much more with this new face of his. She gave the man a firm nod, looking over the clothing as he held it over himself. The blue certainly looked just divine on him, he would pull off the outfit rather well and that’s all that mattered to Sexy.

“Yes, light blue should do, I think. It would play off of the darker colors nicely, wouldn’t it?”

Not that she really knew all that much about fashion, but that much seemed obvious, at least.

Giving a nod, Wolf started to lead the way to look at some of the men accessories to pick a light blue tie. “I certainly agree!” as he looked through the ties he glanced toward her, “Oh would you like to stop by somewhere to get something to eat after this perhaps?”

Following him, Idris peered over his shoulder to look at the tie he was choosing. It was light blue and that was all that she could ask for, really. Nodding in approval, not that he could see it over his shoulder; she turned and got lost in some intricate looking brooches before she noted that he was speaking again.

“Eat?” Oh not that again, it was so awkward to have to eat. She moved her hands to her stomach, though, as if expecting that it should suddenly grow vocal chords and be able to tell her via words if she was actually hungry or not. Instead, she was greeted with nothingness and giving a soft shrug to the man, just smiled.

“We may have a luncheon of sorts then, yes. I suppose I can go for that, but you might need to show me to an establishment that gives people food.” After a moment she added: “and tell me what it is that I may consume there. Food and their tastes continue to elude me for the most part, it seems.”

Wolf wagged his tail at the mere mention of food as he turned around with a big grin, “Oh huff puff! Wonderful! We can go get some sandwiches, potatoes, meat, bacon, roast beef ohhhh the possibilities!” he said as he held the light blue tie close to him in delight, if anything got him going it was the subject of eating meat. Delicious and yummy in his tummy, that's for certain!

“Grrrf~ Oh we can go to one of the cafes, they’re certain to have some good tea there too,” Wolf noted with a little silly smile. He really was trying to make sure she’d enjoy herself there too, hoping she’d take an interest at least to the idea of drinking tea.

That was a vast amount of food he’d just listed. Glancing to her stomach, she wondered if she could even put away that much food in a number of days, let alone right now. Raising her brows, she canted her head slightly as she looked at him, arching a brow.

“…you’re rather fond of food, aren’t you, Made of Honor?”

Wolf tilted his head as he looked back Idris. His tail wagged for a minute before giving a sheepish smile. Rubbing the back of his neck, “Awwwwoooo, I do admit, I have a very large appetite most of the time. Comes with being a half wolf,” he gestured to her opening his eyes a little wider to show that puppy look, “You don’t mind do you?”

Hrk.

What was that look?
What was this response to it?

She raised her brows, mostly at herself, for seemingly being unable to resist telling him that it was more than fine for him to be that way and she would never be bothered by it. Clearing her throat to stop herself from being so awkward in response to his gaze, she looked elsewhere.

“Oh, I don’t mind, you silly pup.” She waved her hand in dismissal. “Lead me to an eatery and I will partake in feasting upon… well, whatever it is you should like from there.

…although if they have pudding, that would be nice.”

Wolf’s tail wagged as he gave a dorky grin at his success! Hurray! A chance to have some real good meat! That’s always a sign of a good day. “Awwwoo! Oh yes yes! Thank you! Oh you won’t regret it! I know all the good restaurants to eat here in this city,” Wolf exclaimed as he took Iris by the hand, then he paused, “Oh-! Should we find fancy clothes for the Doctor first?”

She was compelled to laugh and so she allowed her flesh form to do so. The man’s reaction was simply too precious and now they would be sharing a meal. It would be interesting, she told herself, as she had already decided that she would attempt to try some new foods that she hadn’t had the chance to yet — of which there were many, honestly.

Idris raised her brows as he spoke of the Doctor, but she shook her head. “No, there will be no need for that. The man has closets full of clothing within my walls stored in the other version of myself that he has here, I’m certain that he can locate something for himself.

And if not, then it will be up to him to find his clothing. I should think that he can handle that part of this wedding thing, don’t you think?”

“Well then no problem!” Wolf said with nod. Problem solved with that. He gave a smile, “Oh of course, that is his decision. Wouldn’t want the wrong attire.” He picked up all the clothes they got and went to the register to buy the clothes, “I think we have everything, shall we head out~ Madam~?”

“Yes, indeed!”

With that, she produced some of the strange munny the world here offered as form of payment and taking the clothes, nodded to Wolf and made her way toward the door to head outside once more. Smiling to him, she gave him a nod.

“You will have to show me the way to the restaurant that you’d like to go to. I’m not overly familiar with them.”

Giving a nod, Wolf held out his arm for her to take, “Then we shall be on our merry way!” As he began to lead the way for them giving a goofy grin, “Awwoo, I managed to find out about a lot of the places here myself. But as a wolf I’ve always been taught to be quite aware of my surroundings. Considering our well,” he scratches his chin, “lifestyle.”

“Do tell me about your lifestyle as a wolf. I do know some things about wolves, but surely you could offer a better outlook than what one can learn through word of mouth, books and computers being that you are a wolf,” she wandered along with him, having taken his arm to be led toward the restaurant in which they would take a meal together.

How should Wolf describe his lifestyle? It certainly was different than any normal human’s would be. He gave out a sigh as he tried to compose his thoughts together so he can explain, “Well I would say the first thing that catches some humans off guard about us is how animalistic we are in relation. It’s even worse around the full moon for us, because that just brings out our wildest side. This is why a lot of humans tend to not really like us back in my world, so we had to always be cautious around them. Especially around the villages.”

Sexy gave a nod as she wandered with him. What he described was the lifestyle of a creature she had heard in earthling folklore many times over and honestly if she were to believe everything the Doctor told her (and she had no reason not to) then she had brought the Doctor and one of his former companions to a place on earth where a similar creature had been rampaging about.

“You make yourself sound like the werewolves of earth folk tales, is that what you mean to say, Wolf?”

Looking away slightly with a sort of chuckle, “Well it’s not too far off. My friend Remus was a werewolf, and he had very similar abilities like mine. Including the turning wild in the moonlight phase,” he gave a sigh, he missed his friend. Although he guessed that just how Paixao worked sometimes, some stay, some go.

Wolf spoke again as he gave a sincere smile, “We are a lot alike, difference is really that I was born like this, he… Wasn’t, he got it from being bitten by another werewolf, at least I think that’s how it works for them.”

“Mm, yes — the moon seems to affect wolves for some reason, be them the ones of folklore or simply ‘proper’ wolves. I can’t understand why it seems to create wildness in canines, it’s truly interesting.”

Sexy had never properly met a werewolf but something had always stood out. They were always being bitten, she had to shake her head though and look to him; “I’ve never truly understood that, either. Always bitten — how was the first one created? They couldn’t have been bitten otherwise they wouldn’t have been the first. That makes little sense, doesn’t it?”

Wolf gave a sigh and rubbed his chin, “Well from my guess it’s in the blood. The first werewolf must have had this happen from some kind of curse. That is assuming that this caused something to affect their blood and become a werewolf.” This is of course coming from the assumption that most things happen by magic. Which Wolf still adapting the concept of science versus magic, which he admits he does not know much of, he can only assume really.

“Mm,” she took a moment to think it over. Perhaps it was science rather than ‘magic,’ despite being in a ‘magical’ city, Sexy continued to harbor distaste for the idea of it. Magic was so unnatural; she couldn’t wrap her mind around it being that she was a ‘woman’ of science. Science, that had to be it — perhaps some strange concoction gone wrong to infect a being that was contagious. It’s what she decided made more sense, but she didn’t bother to voice it to him.

“Yes, I do suppose it must be something of the sort such as that, an infection of some kind is perhaps one of the only methods to truly explain it.” Turning her gaze, she offers him a smile. “You seem an interesting man to have been born as such, I am fortunate to have met someone like yourself. I’ve never met a ‘mixed breed’ such as yourself before, after all.”

Adding in after a moment: “Well, personally anyway.”

Giving a nod that certainly makes sense to Wolf, and shrugged a little at the suggestion of what it could be that made werewolves who they are. He tilted his head slightly when she commented on how he was interesting because he was born with it. Wolf gave a little bit of a chuckle, “Oh well, it’s not too unnatural from where I come from. I do consider myself a bit lucky being a mixed breed myself. I’m able to understand some human emotions that other wolves seem to not have too much of a grip on.”

“Oh, I see, you’re a halfbreed.”

As if that wasn’t obvious enough considering he’s not exactly roaming around on all fours and such.

“Yes that does make sense as you’re body isn’t entirely covered of fur, you’re missing a snout and you aren’t waltzing about upon all four limbs. I suppose I knew that bit already then.”

After a moment she narrowed her eyes and glanced to him, “—are all your kind as friendly with humans? The other halflings, I mean?”

Nodding, that’s exactly what Wolf was actually. He didn’t mind admitting it either. “Yes, I am indeed, a half-breed.”

Wolf gave a chuckle at that, “Thankfully you haven’t seen me on the full moon, I become a bit more intense.” Then when she asked that question he paused a bit, giving a thought than sighed, “Well, no unfortunately, most of us aren’t. Unless one is brought up by humans in secret, it’s not often a wolf is considered a “good guy” so to speak. See back home we’re… Hunted, we aren’t trusted, we’ve had a bad history with the humans.”

Thinking about this made his mood drop a bit, he looked to the ground remembering almost all the terrible encounters he has with humans back home. Wolf lifted his head a bit, “B-But I’m not like them, I mean, I don’t want to be against humans. I wanna be a good wolf, I mean, I’ve met many nice people. I know not all of them want to kill me so... Awwooo…”

“The full moon?” Idris raised a brow as he mentioned it. Taping her fingers to her arm, she tilted her head to him. Really, that could only mean one sort of occurrence happened during that stage of the moon and looking him over and she wouldn’t normally believe it if she hadn’t been witness (sort of) to werewolves before. “Do you transform into a full wolf with the change in the moon?”

Hunted. That made her frown.

“You are no longer hunted here, yes? Perhaps it would be best not to think of it.”

Giving a light shrug she followed it up with a nod. “You appear to be a kind natured wolf; I see no reason for anyone to want to harm you. Perhaps you can seek some sort of parlay here should that become necessary.”

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