The moon was full last night, which meant I had to stay indoors. I always
transform into my werewolf form when the moon is full, that’s just the way
things are. Due to my monstrous form that night I had to keep away from other
people. Not due to mindlessness, that never happens, but because people would be
frightened by me.
Then I heard a knock at my door. Surprised, I went to answer it. I
opened the door and standing before me was my friend Izzy, a hyenaman.
“Hi” I said, “what’s going on?” “It’s our friends, they’re being
dramatic again” he replied.
I invited Izzy in; as he came in I couldn’t help but notice the upset look on
his face. When he entered, I started feeling upset too.
Gesturing to the couch, Izzy and I sat down, the couch groaning under my
weight.
I let Izzy describe what was happening with our other friends; as he did so, I
felt sadness well up in me. I silently cursed the tempestuousness of our group.
When Izzy was done, I could feel tears in my eyes. As I blinked them
away, I had a revelation. “Hey”, I said to him as I smiled, “at least we’re
still friends”. And at that I layed down, and invited Izzy to lay on top of me.
He accepted.
With our warm bodies touching, we started stroking each other’s fur.
This never happened to me in my werewolf form, it felt… wonderful.
We fell asleep like that. Eventually morning came and I woke up. We were
still laying down together, Izzy’s sleeping form small against my huge muscular
werewolf body. I embraced Izzy and I knew that no matter how rough our other
friends would get, we would always be friends.