Sara

You’re walking alone through the woods, taking a shortcut home from work. The moon is a bright disk in the night sky, illuminating your path, though not by much as the branches of the tree obstruct some of the light. It’s chilly out, and you’re certain you’re being watched. Anxiety begins to set in, and then the bushes next to you ruffle. Do bushes growl? Somethings growling, then from those bushes comes a staggeringly large werewolf

Me: I reach my hand up to scratch at her large, wolfish ears, rubbing away at the soft fur. She freezes in her tracks before melting into my palm, I giggle at the display from a normally stoic and serious woman “I didn’t realize mrs big bad wolf had such a soft spot for getting her ears scratched”