warning sexual referencing and course language
some legends say that werewolves are solitary creatures.. and that's just dumb.
other legends say that werewolves run in packs, gathering at the full moon to hunt down those foolish enough to go around at night.
not likely. werewolf packs exist-we have to organize to stay secret-but we never meet in wolf form.
any meeting of two or more wolves is two steps away from a brawl (and one from an orgy). and it doesn't take much for a werewolf to say"hell with it", shut down the human mind and let the wolf take over.
our only exception is the howl when we spend the night of the full moon together having fun, keeping in contact with each other-
-and keeping an eye on those who might run amok.
moon's up jack... how about we get this thing on he road?
constantine nero. ain't a pup born that doesn't know "unclecon" sheriff, and pack alpha until about 2 years ago, noone would mess with him...
we're still waiting on goodwin's brat and that runt of stubbe's
except gus maybe. that's cramer's dad. and real ba news.
he's the sort the howl was made for. none wants to be lone with him.
he scares me even more than becca. and that says alot.
when i get my paws on that boy...
the 'rents, Walter and sally stubbe. dads our pack's "traditional" big bad wolf.
when mom lets him.
we know major and Jeannie. major wouldn't tart trouble, and jean wouldn't let him start any if he wanted to!
jack goodwn i our new alpha, he's editor at the paper, and carla runs a pharmacy. jean's luky to have them for parents.
so i suppose we could just get_
legend says that werewolves can make normal humans into thralls, new, wild werewolves subservient to them.
that's because a lot of legends confuse us with vampires.
another bit of misformation cribbed from vampires stories is that, if you kil the "master" werewolf, you cure the thrall.
i really hope i'm not about to find out if that legend is true...
n-n-nice girl? down/
try something simple major maybe, "don't kill us"?
my hearing ain't what it used to be...
that wasn't anyone here!
that was from across town.
that wasn't jean either!
across town? that's impossible! howls crry, but not through city noise!
it came from that direction, a long way off! you could hear the distortion!
of course you'd say something stupid like that' stubbe...
are you calling me a liar, cramer?
i'm saying you're trying to cover for your pup, stubbe.
whatever that howl is, that runt's going to be involved along with hat spoiled brat or Goodwin's.
you people need to learn how to raise pups, isn't that right, Becky?
when a human gets bit... or, in this case, fucked... it takes them a lot of practice to control the transformation...
and to sort out the sudden flood from their heightened sense and new instincts.
they an go on a killing rampage or run off wild into the night, or-
spend ten minutes chasing their own tail...
shouldn't she be dizzy by now?
i'm getting dizzy just watching her!
oh, both of you quit trying to mark your territory!
enough! there's a strange werewolf on the other side of town- a big one.
and i'l bet our kids either are involved or will be shortly.
con, if we heard it here it must have been deafening where it came from...
already on it jack i ought to know the drill by now...
hello? Larry, this is con... i just heard a loud animal cry over in the woods west of town...
i'll have to go to the office and suppress news reports about that howl. everything else stays put until con finds out what's going on.
hey! I've got to go after my girl' she's running loose out there!
you especially stay here, Gus!
aww... she's just a puppy!
she's twelve feet tall
so she's a twelve foot tall puppy!
she's a ere wolf who doesn't know how to control her instincts yes that makes her dangerous.
look, we find a stick and play fetch until the sun comes-
sniff sniff sniff
you're on probation with this pack, gus
we've rejected your bid to become alpha. nobody here trusts you to lead.
hell, nobody here trusts you alone with them except con, and that's only because he knows he can still take you, old as he is.
big talk from a weak bullshitter of a wolf, Goodwin.
this pack voted very narrowly to allow you to live, cramer
out of concern for your daughter ... and because it's hard to hide a deputy sheriff's body
give me the least bit of trouble, Gus... step out of line an inch...
... and you can compare notes with jimmy Hoffa.
alright, okay- i can handle this..
she's loup-garou not lassie you dolt!
sniff sniff sniff
whoa! easy! down girl!
bwa-hahahah i think she found her "stick" to play with!
listen to you, a neutered pup. afraid of what the humans might do!
we're werewolves! it's our birth right to do what we want!
and it is my right to challenge you to combat for your position-
-if i wanted to.
whuch i don't
smart boy, for a change
or would you like us to have a talk about your daughter and what i know about her?
hey!! that's not beef! it's not for dinner!
come on major she curious!
jean, do something
okay, how's laughing my tail off for a start?
all you have to do is keep her "occupied" until sun comes up!
that's another eight hours!
then i hope you had oysters for lunch!
everyone else stay here. i'll investigate and make whatever decisions we need to when the moon is gone.
Walt, keep an eye on the pack for me
at last! acting pack alpha!
i get to run things for onc!
all the power! all the glory! all the women!
sally... keep an eye on alt
i'll make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid!
jean? lil' help?
oh-my-ghos major! this is funnier then when old lady garrity tried to boff you last all!
dangit jean, help already!
why, is she having trouble putting it in?
cramer?? aw crap!
you may be wondering,
why butch carmer would even bother pulling a "Steven seagal"
all born werewolves are taught from birth
becca, hold up!
stow it, Goodwin!
this blonde-furred bimbo is mine!
to never play at fighting with tooth and claw
fup wiff whf
oh, come on!
never, under any circumstances whatsoever
you bitch! take me seriously and fight!
krak! hine! moosh
becca stop!! leave Sarah alone!
sarah? as in sarah hazen?
this is "slip n' fall" sarah hazen?
crap on a cracker-
whud! wham! skidd! whoaaaaaaaaa whoosh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! whip! yaaaaaaaaaa!! ker-fling! krash! whomp! crack!
a human who survives an attack with fang or claw is infected.
ow- crap... damn... not even-
but using open tooth or claw against a werewolf an prove fatal.
fires, silver, old age, and other lycanthropes. those are only things that can kill us.
a thrall was never taught that.
rg... major... glck!
they don't know.
they don't care.
let her go
i said let her go.
that's right, back...
relax major, i didn't use silver.
damn, she healed almost instantly- never seen it go that fast.
if we're lucky, she'll sleep it off...
help me carry her to my truck, once we're at your house, young man we're having a long alk.
oh, and major?
pull up your pants.