Werewolf wolf female child

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What ever stayed her claws that night when she first ran in to the child would be a matter of eager debate among scholars if they knew. Was it that she smelled curiosity and awe in stead of fear? Or was it something else?

It had been years since she had human form. She was more or less feral now, leading her pack as the undisputed alpha. But perhaps seeing the child, it made something stir in her mind, a memory of another life, a farm, a human male... and another child.

It had been 2 summers since the first encounter and she kept coming back to this hill top more often now. The child would often be there waiting to play her flute for her and tell her stories. If the werewolf understood or not was not important. What is are the knowledge that bonds between the most unlikely of parties can be formed. All it takes is that you leave your fear behind.

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