Those In The Forest

Part 60: Ivy

"Oh my fucking god! You four are hovering; back the hell up!" Reagan said, moving from the couch we were sitting on to the empty one.

          "For good reason!" I complained. "You are bleeding! How the hell is that not something to be worried about? That's not normal, no matter how many times you say it is. Now, you will sit and be fine with our hovering!"

          Her nose flared, and we moved to the couch she ran away to. Whether she likes it or not, our instinct is to protect, and this seems like a huge threat.

          At breakfast, we learned humans either stick something inside themselves to absorb the blood or put something in their panties to do the same thing. Both of those things sound incredibly uncomfortable. Tampons Celia and Reagan said they were called, and for some odd reason, she had some in her room.

           There was a small cotton thing inside our mate, and it's bothering me. It should be bothering her.

          "Why are you all so stubborn?" She grumbled.

          We watched TV. Well, she was; we were mainly just watching her—all of her movements, facial expressions, body language.

          "We could ask the same about you," Rose said, snarling. "You know this is... different for us.

          Reagan turned her attention away from the TV to glare at us. "I feel like if I can handle four large wolf women, you can handle a little blood."

          Iris shook her head. "Those are different things," she said, kneeling in front of her. "Now. What does one need when they are bleeding? How do we go about this?"

          Reagan looked too stunned to speak. "Wh-what?"

          "What do you need?" Hazel repeated Iris's question. "Do you just sit and bleed?"

          Reagan shrugged. "I mean pretty much. Eat, sleep, and bleed; that's about all I do." she smiled to herself. "At least I don't have to work. I hated working on my period. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to change a tampon or pad in a public bathroom." she cringed.

          I frowned. "If most women have periods, then why is it embarrassing?" I asked, confused. That seems really silly to be embarrassed about something everyone does.

          She shrugged. "I really wish I could answer that. I just know most women secretly open up the package. It's something most of us just can't stop." she tsked. "There was this one time in middle school when I opened my pad, and some girls announced that very loudly in the bathroom. That may have impacted why I'm so embarrassed about it."

          "Are human girls mean? Bryce didn't seem so bad. Those girls at the mall didn't seem that bad either." Rose said, looking over Reagan's body. She was studying her, trying to see if there were any subtle changes.

          Reagan glared at her. "You think about those girls often?"

          Rose sat up a little straighter. "Excuse me?"

            Uh-oh.

          Reagan stood up from the couch walking to the kitchen. "I mean, if you wanna go fuck them, then go. I'm not gonna stop you," she said, disappearing into the kitchen.

           Rose looked between us with a confused look on her face. "What just happened?!" she whispered to us.

           "I don't know," Hazel said as we looked toward the kitchen, wondering if she was going to come out anytime soon.