I know, right?
maybe something, where we see the other side of the coin. How being a werewolf is awesome, and I don’t mean a ‘I can murder everyone, because I have the power to do that.’ kind of way. But maybe in a silly way, like “I CAN CHASE SQUIRRELS 8D.”
“I just spent all night in a big pile with all my cousins and it was aaaaaawesome~”
Some are a bit more hardcore, going on a hunt in packs after deer or something similar.
There are plenty of accidents for newbies that involve skunks.
But most of the time they just have good fun (they don’t even need to kill all the time, they just run after the deer or something.)
As soon as they spot humans though? They nope the fuck outta there. (Some probably try to prank the humans, but only just jumpscare laughs, no BS about hunting them down.)
“Dude, DUDE. There are CAMPERS by the lake. CAMPERS. Go get the Bigfoot boots, I’ll get the moose call.”
omg yes!
And they’re family groups like wolves actually are, none of that “alpha/beta” nonsense. So there’s like, grandparent werewolves, and aunts and uncles, and when people think they’re spotting a giant migration of wolves, some of the locals know it’s just a family reunion.
(And some weres get tagged and it makes for a fucking hilarious embarrassing story)
“Hey, remember that time Cousin Karl got tagged by the National Parks service?”
“That was twelve years ago, Sandy. Let it go.”
“Never. When you die, I will have your tracking number carved into the headstone.”
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