Angela was suddenly warm all over, as her father covered her with his body protectivelly. It was just like if she was a chick and the mother hen was laying on her keeping her warm. She would giggle at the comparison, but only a snort left her nose. She waggled her tail that was the only thing free from the big wolf's body, and hit the bigger wolf on the head with it, yipping cheekily.
She wiggled for so long that she was on her back and licked her father's nose affectionatelly. There were no restrictions, her being in the wolf's body. There were no regrets either as she wiggled her tail vigorously watching her father with a curious look, and licked him on the nose again, yipping happily at the realisation that 'I am not alone anymore!'.
She didn't know that her father would hear her. That's just the bond that werewolves have with their children and as she didn't know much about werewolves, she didn't know that fact either.
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the moon is not shamed by the howling of the werewolves;
Fanfictionwhen Angela transforms into a werewolf, her mother throws her out of her house. With only the address of her father and some money for the road, Angela goes on a journey to meet her father. Will he like her? Accept her?
