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

the order

As the feeling of being watched only grew, you constantly found yourself surveying the forest just beyond the tree line, using your not-so-human senses to your advantage. The wolf was on edge, your skin was prickling with nervous energy, your breathing had picked up significantly, and you were a hot few seconds from literally running away from your problems, but ever the saving grace, Dolls finally gave you the okay to come back into the cabin. You wasted no time in leaping up from where you were laying and bounded up the porch steps, nearly colliding with Dolls where he was standing in the door frame. After he moved aside with a sigh (and a roll of his eyes that the wolf wasn't too fond of - you could practically hear her saying, 'Oh yeah? Well you try and sit out there after someone broke into your house and threw blood around like fucking confetti and see how you like it!'), you somehow managed to maneuver yourself through the doorway as quickly as possible, having to shimmy sideways on your hind legs and downshift slightly to even fit. You nearly landed flat on your ass after your paw got caught on the rug in the small foyer and you tripped, nearly taking out a wall in the process. No one but Wynonna was really paying attention, all engrossed in their own tasks, but you glared at her poorly hid smirk behind her fist before you found a spot behind your couch to lay down so you wouldn't hit your head on the ceiling. You didn't want to downshift completely in front of all of these people, considering you destroyed your bra and underwear in the change, and you figured you'd need to go back out at some point and walk the perimeter around your cabin before you went to bed for the night anyway.

You quietly observed Waverly in your kitchen, rummaging through your nearly bare cupboards and your fridge that you only had beer in. Wynonna was watching her as well, but with more amusement and intrigue in her eyes than anything, leaning against the counter next to several cans of baked beans and your double burner hot plate that you noticed was warming a pot of water. Doc had taken to starting a fire in the fireplace and announced, with a southern drawl, that he was headed out back to chop more wood to last the night and tomorrow. You felt kinda bad, you never needed the fireplace and didn't keep the wood stocked unless Eliza or Wynonna was over and even then you only cut up enough wood to last for the few hours or so that they stayed, but Doc didn't seem like he minded helping out. Eliza and Dolls made it clear they were leaving the cabin to go bring the truck closer and get the snowmobiles unpacked, while Jeremy and Rosita went down to the gun vault, with your permission, to start setting everything up that they needed. You kept your ears trained as much as you could on the sounds outside the cabin and the surrounding woods, just in case.

For dinner, Waverly made something that involved quinoa, bell peppers, onion, cucumber, and the chili powder at the back of one of your cupboards. You're not really sure where she even found half the ingredients she used, but you figured she had to have brought most of them. Dolls roasted hot dogs for anyone that wanted one and heated up a can of beans over the open flame of the fireplace. You paid little attention to the warning from Dolls about taking it easy because your stomach wasn't used to solid foods and ate a few plain hot dogs in the corner, accompanied by a plate of beans and Waverly's vegan dish, hoping no one paid that much attention to how you greedily scarfed them down. You tried to use a spoon at first, but it didn't go as well as you thought it would and you ended up catching Waverly snickering under her breath from where she was watching you, seated at the small table in your kitchen. With a slight blush that you thanked the universe she couldn't see, and a huff, you simply lifted the plate up with your front paws, foregoing the spoon completely, and just poured the food into your mouth. It went better than expected and you couldn't help but give Waverly the most smug look you could muster, to which she rolled her eyes and pointed to her chin. You tilted your head in confusion while she laughed, a real laugh that warmed your insides. It wasn't until a hand towel hit you in the face and broke your eye contact with the brunette that you realized you had beans dripping down your chin and into the fur covering your chest. You could actually feel the wolf's facepalm.