Under the Moon || Happy duo werewolf AU

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Skeppy's inner turmoil manifested audibly in a low, rumbling grunt as he shifted his attention to his guardian, Puffy, a mix of frustration and reluctance etched into his features. "Ugh, Puffy, do I have to do this..?" His voice was laced with the weariness of one who felt like a pawn in a game beyond his control.

The decision of the ram to undertake the task of "finding him a proper home" felt like a betrayal in Skeppy's eyes. To him, it seemed like a misguided endeavor, an imposition on his sense of belonging. Despite the sporadic absences of Puffy, sometimes spanning months, and the resulting attachment issues he grappled with, Skeppy found solace in her presence. She was his anchor amidst the chaos of their world.

". . What is he?" Skeppy's inquiry, while enigmatic to an outsider, held profound significance known only to Puffy. In her world, where the supernatural intertwined with the mundane, every puzzle piece clicked into place with perfect clarity, forming a bond between them that transcended mere words.

The captain's response came with casual ease, a testament to her familiarity with the enigmatic beings that populated their reality. "Another werewolf, actually. He's a good friend of mine," she replied, her tone tinged with a touch of reassurance meant to soothe Skeppy's apprehension.

"I don't want to live with another dog..!" Skeppy's protest was punctuated by a defiant crossing of his arms and a petulant pout, his canine instincts flaring up in defiance against the notion of sharing his home with another of his kind. He had haunting memories of it. Puffy's reaction was immediate, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter until it erupted in unrestrained cackles that reverberated through the confines of the car.

"Skep- you look more like a dog than him!" she managed to choke out amidst her laughter, her words carrying a playful teasing that belied the gravity of the situation at hand.

"What the heck, Puffy?! I do not!!" Skeppy's grumble carried a mix of indignation and disbelief, his mind swirling with unanswered questions and unspoken objections, each one adding another layer of complexity to the web of emotions entangling him.

"Oh, Skeppy, we're nearly there. You can shift if you want," Puffy offered, her voice softening with a note of understanding as she sensed Skeppy's discomfort. The prospect of assuming his lupine form offered a sense of familiarity and security amidst the uncertainty of their current predicament.

Skeppy complied, shifting effortlessly into his lupine form, his fluffy cinnamon brown fur leaving a tangible trace of his presence on the car seats like a silent reminder of his existence in a world that seemed intent on reshaping him against his will.

"He's actually pretty well known, y'know," Puffy's voice, barely audible, carried a tone of resignation, a poignant acknowledgment of the inevitable changes looming on the horizon. But Skeppy remained silent, lost in the maze of his own thoughts, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and unresolved questions. Puffy's sigh broke the silence, a testament to her inner turmoil as she grappled with the weight of her decision. "Skeppy, please. I- I can't give you what you need. You need a proper caretaker, and I'm just not that."

Another snuff escaped Skeppy, tinged with a hint of sorrow, a silent admission of the truth in Puffy's words, however much he might resent it. He may not like it, but deep down, he knew she was right.

"We're here. I'll tell you when to get out," Puffy's voice, soft as a whisper, signaled the end of their journey as she stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her with a finality that sent a shiver down Skeppy's spine, a palpable reminder of the inevitability of change and the uncertainty that lay ahead.

The growl that had been building within him finally erupted, a primal expression of his frustration and defiance, a defiant roar against the forces conspiring to upend his world. How dare Puffy send him off like some common stray? She hadn't even deemed it necessary to inform him about the individual awaiting him at this so-called "proper home." But Skeppy was no ordinary canine; he was a mischievous wolf, and he had a plan brewing in his mind, a scheme to turn the tables and reclaim control over his destiny.

As the car door swung open, heralding his arrival at his destination, Skeppy's senses snapped back to the present, his keen instincts attuned to the slightest shifts in his surroundings. This was it. With a deliberate stride, he hopped out of the car, his long claws clicking on the pavement with purpose, each step a resolute declaration of his defiance in the face of uncertainty.

He raised his gaze slowly, meeting the eyes of the figure before him with a mixture of apprehension and defiance, his lupine instincts urging him to submit in the presence of a potential threat. But Skeppy had his pride, his dignity to uphold, and he refused to bow down to anyone, least of all to a stranger who dared to intrude upon his autonomy.

If Puffy hadn't been present, perhaps he would have been inclined to submit, to cower in the face of the unknown. But he had his pride, his dignity to uphold, and he refused to let fear dictate his actions. With a defiant flick of his tail, Skeppy squared his shoulders and met the gaze of the stranger head-on, his amber eyes blazing with a fierce determination that belied the uncertainty gnawing at his heart.

This guy was terrifying, there was no denying that. But Skeppy was no ordinary wolf; he was a survivor, a trickster, a creature of cunning and guile. And as he stood there, facing down the unknown with a defiant snarl upon his lips, he knew one thing for certain: he would not go down without a fight.