She was surprised when the older wolf started tickling her. She yipped happily. She was never tickled before. And she liked it! And as if an answer to her prayers a male voice flew in her head.
'Never! I'll never let you go again!'
She stopped wiggling her body and stared up at the wolf. "Could it be? Is it he? Sacre Bleu, invadors!" she thought and grinned mentally. She had just repeated a slightly changed quote from the Disney's cartoon Beauty and the Beast. She had managed to watch it once.
She licked his nose again, to show him she understood him and that she believed him. Then she rolled over and her backside leaped up while her front paws and head remained low. Her tail was wagging. She wanted to play.
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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?
