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Chapter 15 - Bonds

-W-

Drool kept dripping from my muzzle. Over and over I had to slurp it up, but my little feast, as Connor called it, had just seemed to get me salivating. The meat was okay, but it was not like the small creature I had eaten. It was not the same. I sunk my teeth in and tasted some blood, some, not much. It wasn't alive. It wasn't pumping and flowing through it, it wasn't hot and fresh. This was chilled and dead. Supposedly it was fresh from a man called Butcher.. but it seemed old. Luckily it was not as dry and horrid as the cooked meat my human had tried to feed me.

I filled my belly with as much meat as I could shovel into my mouth with one free paw, my claws shredding and making quick, easy mouthfuls of every hunk of flesh he had laid out before me. He watched me eat, but I paid little attention.. my mind dulled to everything else while I fed, like nothing else was important. It all seemed so unimportant when my gut called out so strongly to be fed. There was more meat to eat, but I could feel the slightest tinge of worry through our connection the more I ate. So I stopped after eating half.. then I could feast on the other half later today perhaps.. if my human wished me to stay out.

My belly was full enough, it seemed to take much more meat to fill me up compared to a fresh kill. That small creature had sated me more than the large hunks of flesh he brought me had.. I craved more of the small white mammal. Or perhaps whatever beast this flesh belonged to, but I wanted it alive so I could kill it myself. My human didn't seem to want to share in my feast, he didn't bite into the meat as I did.. I don't know what he eats if not this. There were many odd smelling objects and food-like things in his cold box. Some intrigued my nose, others made it crinkle in disgust.

We cleaned up the rest of the feast together. He was very meticulous about putting everything into these small, clear containers. It seemed to be to keep in all the good juices. I approved of this, and I helped him the best I could. My paws were thick and it was difficult to work those small containers with my digits, his fingers handled everything so easily. They were amazing, I couldn't help but watch and stare at everything he managed to do with them. Trying to copy him and learn from watching was met with mixed success. Understanding and performing were two separate things. My big, clumsy feeling paws could only accomplish so much. He was patient with me though, I liked that.

He liked to talk a little while we did things, he didn't seem to like stretches of silence. Even though I didn't respond with words, he seemed to enjoy just hearing himself speak. His voice was pleasant and calming. I invited more of it. When we had finished cleaning up after my meal I expected him to want me to go away again.. but to my surprise he didn't. Instead he led me over to a long bed like seat, gesturing to it and settling his rear back into it. I tried to copy it and yelped out as my tail got bent, quickly readjusting it to the side and sinking back in beside him. I took up nearly the entire thing, squishing him against the side. Oh.. oh but it was soft and comfy.

Oh I liked this.

"So.. I don't really know how to entertain a werewolf?.. But I am exhausted and.. I could really use a little bit of zoning out okay? Just relax on the couch. Maybe watch some TV?"

Some.. what?

I just nodded along like I understood, watching him, hoping his words would make sense and faking that I had any clue. Suddenly there was noise, talking, people.. Someone was in his home. A slight rumble started in my throat as I turned to look at the source of the noise and.. saw a large flat panel with a strangely dressed human speaking on it. They looked to be ill.. large tumors pressed tight together on their chest as their clothing covers barely seemed to keep them in.

It was strange, I could not smell the human, it was like they weren't really there. They were talking about some sort of creatures called Demon-cats.. and their rivalry with Republicans. I would fight both creatures if they came after my human. Connor's hand shifted and the panel switched, suddenly showing a colorful array of flat looking, very ill looking yellow humans sitting on a 'couch' much like we were. The panel was strange and didn't make sense, but it continued to change scenes every time my human pushed some object in his hand. Then he stopped and my full attention was on the image before us. It was a beast, a dark furred beast. A wolf, like me.. though it looked strange, it's face didn't move as naturally as mine did. It's limbs seemed stiffer than they should be, it looked perhaps to be a different species of wolf.. but it crouched and walked on two legs, hunting after some scared human. It had no human of its own connected to it, perhaps it was trying to reconnect with the one it was chasing after?

No.. a second later there was blood.. lots of blood, and screaming. My human fumbled to quickly change the scene again, now it was humans in tight garments smacking a ball with a stick and running away scared. I looked to my human, my heart thumping after seeing the bloody scene.

"Sorry.. I uh.. that wasn't real. These are just movies and shows and stuff . Fake."

My head tilted.

"That was a monster movie.. it was a human in a costume pretending to be a werewolf.. to tell a story I guess. A kinda dumb story.." He tried to explain, and I tried to understand. "But it's supposed to be fake, you know.. They aren't real, but.. somehow you are.."

Maybe I looked worried, or sad, or confused.. because he seemed to look at me differently. I felt a tingle of emotion through that little connection we shared.. empathy. It made my heart swell a bit. It was a good feeling.. he was trying to understand me more deeply than before. My shoulder pressed to his and I leaned more of my weight than I probably should have onto him but he didn't seem to mind too much. Our hands were gripped together crossed over our laps, but his free hand moved up to stroke through my fur again. Oh that was better than the comfy couch.. His amazing, dexterous little fingers could move through the fur on my chest, my neck.. oh.. my ears..

More please.

I started growling in delight and he stopped, I guess the noise had scared him, but I leaned back into him wanting more and he complied when he realized

my growling wasn't of anger.. It was a happy rumble. The difference must have been too subtle for him to figure out at first. I ignored the images and sounds from the panel, just focusing on him. He seemed to be looking at them while stroking me, but his mind was somewhere else. I pushed my nose to his cheek and his mind came back to me, his eyes looking at me again.. and he smiled. It was genuine.. It made my tail start to move again.

"This isn't so bad.." He mumbled aloud, kneading at my ear and looking up at me, "This is.. weird and all. And honestly, I am scared of all the unknowns.. but if you promise to listen and try to work with me.. I promise to try and make this work, okay?"

There was nothing I wanted more.

"When you aren't scaring me half to death, or going into some vicious hungry bloodlust.. You do seem sweet." More petting, my large frame flexed and pushed against him harder, making him grunt and strain.

"I guess I have pop culture preconceptions about werewolves. Maybe that's not even what you are.. I don't know. You are smart though."

The praise was nice, he could see what I had hoped.. that I understood much even if I couldn't tell him how much. My muzzle pressed into his cheek, his neck, sniffing and giving a slight lick, my head was so much bigger than his as I rubbed it into him. He began to laugh and rub at my whole head, fluffing up my thick fur. The sound of him laughing was good.. I hadn't really heard it before, but I had felt it when I was back within him. Now I could see and hear it's physical expression.

Joy.