packs aren't always of the same species (a WayHaught au)

hunters

It was decided pretty quickly that everyone was to be with a buddy at all times. Dolls didn't want to go on anymore rescue missions and Wynonna claimed she needed at least a few months before anymore crazy started up again.

Looking back, you're positive that statement was what jinxed the lot of you.

The straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.

Because almost immediately after the words left her mouth, it was like all hell broke loose.

Since it was so close to the full moon, and your cabin was the only one with a werewolf sized cage in the gun storage unit, it was agreed that everyone would rendezvous there for the time being. Maybe it was ironic, but your cabin was the only newly built design that still had a gun vault at all. Not that it really housed anything more than your patrol rifle and shotgun, but you didn't really use it as intended anyway. There was enough room in the area of the vault outside the cage that Jeremy or Rosita could set up any mobile equipment they needed and Waverly could probably line up her research along the walls or take over your small kitchen table. Also, unlike the other's cabins, yours had a bedroom, albeit entirely too small, it did have a bunk bed in it and you wouldn't be opposed to sleeping on the floor in the living room on your sleeping pad, if it meant the others got the couch or a bed.

You pretended not to think about how much you sounded like a household pet just then.

It turned out to not actually be as late as you thought it was and after everyone was significantly more sober, Dolls proposed the idea of heading out to your cabin that night, to get some real sleep and a real meal and maybe to feel just a bit more normal. No one disagreed and soon you were being handed your retrieved belongings and a new uniform, still starched and stiff as a board, but you immediately felt so much more at ease with the weight of your belt and sidearm resting on your hips and your hat on your head, your boots on your feet, your radio on your shoulder, that it barely bothered you.

The truck was packed, the snowmobiles refueled, backpacks stocked with too much of everything, and before you knew it everyone was pairing up, aside from Dolls who said he would be taking his snowmobile by himself. No one really argued.

Doc went with Wynonna on her snowmobile and Rosita went with Eliza on hers, which just left Jeremy to ride with you and Waverly in the truck. You didn't think anything of it until he sat in the middle of the backseat and immediately started talking and asking questions that you only got to half answer before he thought of another and you found yourself having to constantly swallow a pitiful whine from the wolf.

Dolls quickly took the lead, followed by Wynonna and Eliza a few meters back, and you rounded up the rear in the truck, your headlights lighting up the trail behind the snowmobiles. The snow was still heavily prominent on the ground and fallen down trees blocked the path completely in some areas, forcing all of you to stop while Dolls took care of it, either with the chainsaw from the back of the truck or simply by moving it himself. It wasn't a long ride, but the condition of the usual trails made the trip almost three times as long as it normally would have been and Jeremy's incessant talking was grinding your gears and you could tell the wolf was just as annoyed. With the full moon coming up, the both of you were more on edge than normal and Jeremy giving you what felt like the fifth degree wasn't helping. Waverly tried to divert the conversation a few times, but failed miserably. He was persistent, you'll give him that. And it certainly didn't take long for his mouth to overstep.

"What was the craziest thing you've ever killed?" He asked excitedly, while you immediately folded in on yourself. You knew he was just curious and didn't mean anything by it, but killing things was still a sore subject apparently. Waverly must've noticed. As soon as the words were out of Jeremy's mouth, she was turning around in her seat so fast her hair nearly whipped you in the cheek.