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(Sorry, Carmilla has literally consumed my life) Ollie turned to him, the corner of her mouth turning upwards in a smile. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

(lol sans is life) She sat down. "Just fine. You?" she asked, watching the woods beyond the cabin while she ate. @tuocs13

Ollie dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, glancing around. She spotted the bagel on the counter and took it, biting into it as she stepped out onto the porch. "Thanks." @tuocs13

Ollie smiled at him, walking through the door before shifting. She padded away into the woods beyond the cabin, choosing to search for prey near a river north of the house that prey animals frequented. An hour later, she returned in human form, hands and mouth bloodied. She looked down at her...

(Unconstrained screaming) She laughed, then winked. "Fat chance, Sam." Standing, she paced around for a few seconds, before turning to face him. "Want to go... catch something to eat with me?" Ollie asked, glancing at the door. She was getting the munchies (lol) and there would be plenty of...

She looked around the room, her fingers clicking against the counter, thinking. "Well, I wouldn't want to invade your space," she laughed. "I can sleep on the couch if you want. I mean, it's better than the woods." ((B^D))

Ollie blushed, turning away with a little grin. "Thank you," she mumbled quietly. "Are you sure me staying here isn't too much of a burden?"

Ollie sat down as well, stretching out a bit. She liked the house, even if it was deep into the woods. Quiet. "Blue," she said, smiling. "Yours?"

Ollie followed him, transforming into her human form and stepping through the door. "Woah," she said as he showed her through the house. "That's a cool bed," she murmured as she poked it and watched it swing.

(internal snickering ) "Oh, I don't want to be a burden," she rushed. But really, the woods are more dangerous than sharing a cottage with a stranger for a little bit, right? she thought, eventually coming to the conclusion that it would be fine. "But, if it's no bother, then..." She sped up...

"Sure, let's go," Ollie chattered, looking to him for directions. "Mostly, I just shift back into my wolf form after work and sleep in the woods, but I'll probably buy a little place for myself after I save enough up."

"I was bitten," Ollie stated. "when I was younger. I just moved here, so I have yet to see any others but you." She smiled as best a wolf can, and continued walking.

She nodded. "Sam. Nice name." It was indeed a nice day, sunny and pleasantly warm. "How did you become a werewolf? Do you know if there are any more out here?"

"My name's Ollie, by the way, but you can call me Red," she smirked. "You would know why if you saw me in human form." She trotted along in the grass, keeping pace with the larger wolf. (yaaaassss) (I am writer's block incarnate)

Ollie thought about it for a moment. What did this stranger want? Could she risk danger? She decided that she wanted to know more about him. "Sure". (lol writer's block )

"Maybe I knew you when I was little. I don't know, I just moved here," Ollie huffed, looking down at the ground as she tried to remember.

She tilted her head. "Haven't heard of them. I've never even met another werewolf before, except for the one that turned me. Maybe I saw you on one of my walks...?" she trailed off. Ollie started pacing again, a nervous habit of hers.

Ollie's ears perked up at the wolf's voice. "Is that so?" she spoke, and stopped pacing. He did sort of have a familiar air about him, even though it was a distant one. Maybe it's just my imagination, who knows, she thought, ignoring the gut feeling.

She eyed the larger wolf cautiously, not sure how to approach him. She hadn't met another werewolf until just now. She kept her distance, alert, pacing side to side anxiously. (Aww thanks, yours too!)

Wary now, Ollie stood up and looked around. She thought she could see movement through the trees. Better safe than sorry, She thought, as she backed up and crouched down. She shifted under the cover of the underbrush, yelping as her form twisted and contorted into the shape of a wolf.