Just a little story that popped out this morning that I used to banish a sad mood.

“Crikey!” The man says in the loudest whisper possible as a broad grin spreads across his face. “Would you look at that!”
He peering through a hedge at a curled up red furred wolf cub, tail over her nose but its the size of German Shepard.
“That’s a werewolf cub!”
One blue eye pops open.
“Uh oh, she’s noticed us! This is a very dangerous and we should back away and leave her be so we don’t alert the rest of the pack.”
The pup sits up with a growl and bark.
“Crikey! Shhh little one don’t- Aaargh!”
He’s pounced by the wulf. Knocked flat on his back. Her tail wags as she thrusts her muzzle at his face.
“Crikey! Ow! She’s biting me!” The man exclaims as he tries in vain of to protect his head from her wet tongue and nipping jaws. As he rolls back and forth he continues to narrate his assualt. “This is precisely how she’d play with -ow! My ear!- her littermates. Oh your so cute! Crickey! My neck! Thats how she’d hunt a deer or bison. Hope she doesn’t bite too hard!”
Another young werewolf appears with a playful growl, this one dark as coal. He grabs hold of the man’s khaki colored vest and gives it a good shake.
“Oh no!” The man gasps between playful licks, “I’ve made too much noise! This is far too dangerous! I must escape!”
In a burst of energy, he scrabbles to his feet but the second cub is still latched onto his vest. He manages to drag the cub a few feet before his sister joins in, grabbing on to the cuff of his pants. This slows the man further, but he continues to make halting progress. “Crikey! He exclaims. “Muuust escape!”
A third and fourth cub, both grey bound through the bushes to bowl the man over. The now quartet of wulfs puppy pile the man, alterating tugging at his clothes and licking at his face and belly.
“Hey that- Ahahaha! Don’t lick there! HAHAHA! That tickles! AAAAAAH! Crikey!” The man, now totally helpless curls into a fetal position. “I’m doomed! Save yourself camera guy! Ow! That’s my ear!”
The pups continue their playful attack until a shadow loomed across them all. Three of the pups stopped immediately, sitting with bright eyed attention. The red continued wrestling with the man, trying to nip at his nose until a saw toothed growl set the birds fleeing from the nearby trees.
Red jerked her head up and gave a small whine as she backed off.
The man’s eyes widened as he stared up at the huge creature standing over him, easily nine feet tall and baring a long muzzle baring finger length teeth. “Oh crikey… We woke up momma…”
With a huff she plucked him up from the ground with a single huge taloned hand, slammed him against her chest and hugged him until every vertebra in his spine popped.
“Crrrrikeeeey…” He gasped when the iron muscled arms finally relaxed.
“What have I told you about playing Crocodile Hunter during naptime?” She growled.
“That its an excellent enrichment activity?” The man gave a wheezing laugh.
The huge werewolf rolled her amber eyes and groaned. “You four all go back to sleep. Your father and I are going to have another talk.” With that she tossed the man over his shoulder.
The pups waited for half a minute before following after, sneaky as they could be.

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