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Why can't people do snuggle piles. If you look at social animals, they usually sleep in piles. Mice, rats, meerkats, wolves... I miss that. I need that. I feel so cold and alone without my packmates neetly stashed on and around me.

Why did human society restrict this kind of physical contact to romantic partners? I want my 5 spooning buddies, now.

Jumping onto the trend :3

Me this autumn/winter

a alt werewolf/wolfkin mood board:3 <3

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Wolf pups enjoying fall in the Northwoods

comm for @fallen4you ^_^

You take a deep breath as you walk to school. It's been a few weeks since the argument. You had started noticing the boy's brother at school. He's very shy and often at the butt of everyone's jokes. He tends to hide in corners and sit by himself. But today you're going to change that. Your class is going to have a group project and, since he's in the same class, you're going to make sure to be in the same group. Then you'll be able to talk to him and get to know him. You glance at his brother nervously. It'll be easy. The argument you two had flashes through your mind. You really don't want to be around him, and becoming friends with his brother will make that very hard to avoid, but his brother is so lonely. You take another deep breath, bracing yourself. You're just going to have to deal with it...

You glance at the boy on your way to school. You stop when you see his brother standing next to him, talking. It's been a week since you started your project with his brother. You've managed to make him your grudging friend, which you're excited about. You walk over to them and his brother breaks off whatever he was saying and looks at you. You smile, "hey. What's up?" He shrugs, "nothing. Just saying by to Junior." You blink, "Your names Junior?" Junior glares at his brother, who immediately shrinks, cheeks burning red, "s-s-sorry...." Junior looks at you, "So? It's none of your business." You shrug, "There's nothing wrong with it. I was just surprised." Junior glares, "it's still none of your business." You sigh and look at his brother, "Come on. We're gonna be late." He hesitates, glancing at Jr. Jr nods at him and he hurries over. You walk to school, shaking your head. Why does he have to be such a jerk?

You leave school and immediately search out Jr, dragging his brother along with you. Once you find him, hanging out near a club, you grab his arm. He jerks away immediately, snapping, "The Hell do you want?" You glare and say back sternly, "Me and your brother are friends. That means me and you are at least going to have to get along. So I'm FORCING us to hang out. Come on." He glares, "Why should I?" "What if me and your brother get close? What if we start DATING? Don't you wanna atleast half know his girlfriend?" You're actually pretty sure there's zero chance of that, but you fire it off anyway. His brother goes beat red and Jr is suddenly interested, "Dating huh? I didnt know there was a chance...", eyeing his brother. His brother shrinks under his gaze. You nod, "Yeah. So come on." He hesitates, but eventually gives in, following you to a cafe…

You sit at the cafe and sip your coffee awkwardly. Jr watches judgementaly. His brother sits quietly, pushing a crumb around his plate with his finger. You clear your throat, "so..." Jr raises an eyebrow. His brother looks up. You smile, "what do you guys do together?" Jr shrugs, "brother stuff I guess..." His little brother goes back to his crumb. You sigh, "you know it'd be nice if you would help me break the ice." Jr shrugs again, "Wasn't my idea to come here.", putting his hands in his lap. You sigh again and get up, going to get a refill. You feel juniors eyes burning into your back as you walk off.

When you get back Jr and his brother are talking quietly. Jr looks up and his brother looks down. You resist the urge to shake your head. He's so shy... You sit down and sip your drink. Jr smiles a fake smile, "do you have a sibling?" His arm moves and he glances down in his lap. You flare up. Stupid boy is playing on his phone under the table. You bite your cheek so as not to snap at him, then say, "No I don't. Its just me and my mom." He nods, looking back up at you, "Wheres your dad?" You glare, "You know, MOST people try to be gentle on the subject of parents being gone, or just avoid it completely." He shrugs, going back to his phone, "I have never once tried to fool you into thinking I was most people. Nor did I try to convince you I was nice..." You glare, "I dont know where he is. He left when I was, like, two." He nods, "That sucks." His brother sighs softly. You glare, "Yeah, well, we make it work. What about you? Wheres your mom?" He smirks, "cooking supper. Preparing to beat my ass cuz I'm not home." You burst out an unwilling laugh. The thought of him being chased by his mom is just hilarious. It's so different than the tough persona he puts on. His brother pushes his plat away, crosses his arms on the table, and buries his face in them. You frown, "What's wrong?" He shakes his head, "Just tired..." Its muffled and quiet. You keep frowning, but don't say anything. Jr, however, grins, "Dont fall asleep. We're probably gonna be here awhile." You scowl at him, "What's that supposed to mean?" Jr shrugs, "We're trying to get to know eachother right? That could take a while." You shrug and sip your drink. You sit in awkward silence, broken occasionally by short bursts of conversation. It's dark by the time you finally get up, ready to go, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow..." Jr nods, "ready to go?", looking at his brother, who stirs a little and nods into his arms. You wave, "Bye..." And leave. This is gonna be so hard. But he really needs a friend…

You walk to school with Jr's brother, glancing at Jr as you pass him. He's watching his brother intently. You look at his brother, "How do you manage to get along with Jr? I'm trying, really, but I feel like I'm getting no where..." He shrugs, smiling a small smile, "I guess it's different when you're together all the time... Just be persistent is the only advice I can give you..." You nod and keep walking. Persistence. You can do that. You press your lips together. After school you'll figure out something else to do with him. You can do this…

You run up to Jr, "let's go to the park!" Jr sighs heavily, but you grab his hand and drag him along. You had considered seriously what you should do with him all through school. Obviously the coffee shop hadn't been a good idea. He wasn't going to tell you what be enjoyed, of course, so you would just have to figure it out by process of elimination. Coffee shop was already eliminated. Next up, park. Besides. Jr's out of school, he's already done all this crap, and you really need help... You reach the park and plop on the bench, "I need help with my homework." Jr scoffs, "Like I know any of that." You pout and he sighs, sitting by you. You resist the urge to grin, one win for you. You show him your homework and he sighs heavily but starts explaining it. You lose track of time as he walks you through your homework. You're brought back to reality by his brother muttering, "I need help too..." Jr laughs and goes over to him immediately. You follow and help him explain things to his brother. By the time you decide to go home, it's getting dark. You wave, beaming. This went way better than expected. You practically skip home, admiring the raise of sunlight streaking across the sky as the sun goes down. Maybe this won't be so hard after all…

You walk to school with Jr’s brother, stopping by Jr to talk. Jr rolls his eyes, "Hurry up and go to school. You're gonna be late." His brother nods, tugging on your shirt. You frown, "I just wanted to say hi..." "Hi. Now go away." Jr crosses his arms uninvitingly. You huff and walk the rest of the way to school. Why does he have to be so difficult? Just yesterday you were helping his brother together with his homework. Getting along just fine. Now he won't hardly even look at you. You sigh and sit at your desk. Maybe it'll get better. Maybe he'll slowly start being friendly more often. Maybe you can teach him to be more friendly. You rest your chin in your hand, thinking about what you can drag him along to do next....

You're on your way home with Jr’s brother when a ruckus breaks out in the crowd. You stop and Jr's brother cranes his head. You freeze when you see the wolf. Its massive and pure white. Brown eyes flash angrily as a group of officers fight it to the ground. It snarls and fights, thrashing violently and snapping at them. Its claws flash in the afternoon light. It's no use. The officers are wearing protective gear. The crowd scrambles back. Jrs brother goes sheet white and rushes forward, then, seeing Jr in the crowd unharmed, relaxes. A sense of relief rushes over you as they cage the wolf and fight a collar on it. Other cities have been wiped out by werewolves before. Especially ones that change so early. No one expects it, and so are left defenceless. This city stays alert and rounds as many up as they can. They're taken to a seperate community, where they can live their lives without accidentally harming others. The collar snaps closed and the wolf jerks, snarling and thrashing, then goes limp, turning into a man. He looks about in his thirties or forties and is naked. You look away, then find yourself being rounded up along with the entire crowd. One by one they're checked for bites. You don't have any, but you still feel nervous. Jr goes up. Hes stiff, jaw ticking, fists clenched. They check him over and he hisses, "I’m clean..." You watch as they give him the go ahead and he storms off. You frown. It's not THAT bad that he had to get checked over... You shake your head. You'll never understand his flaring temper. But his brother is tense too, watching him leave. He goes before you, letting them check him over and then hurrying off after his brother. They check you and give you the go ahead. You look around for Jr and his brother, but they had disappeared before you were announced "clean". You sigh and walk home, jumping at every noise, imagining wolf eyes staring out at you from the allies, wet noses bumping your ankles. You shiver and slip inside.

Jr still looks angry on the way to school the next day. He's got his arms crossed and is glaring at the ground. You walk over to him, "Hey..." His brother slips out from behind you, but retreats quickly when Jr lays his seering gaze on him. "Could you not bother me for one day?", Jr says shortly. You frown, "Why are you upset? Did it almost get you last night? That woul-" "HE." "What?" You frown. "He," Jr repeats, "It was a he, not an it." You blink, guilt creeping up your spine, "O-oh... Yeah, sorry, I know. I- did he almost get you?" Jr runs his hands through his hair, "NO. God damn it can you just LEAVE ME ALONE?" You take a step back, "What's your problem?" Jr snorts, "Nothing. You wouldn't care. Just go to school. You're gonna be late." You open your mouth and he snarls, "Get!" You jump and scurry off, his brother hot on your heels. You wait until you're a safe distance, then turn to his brother, "What's his problem?" He looks down, "He just.... Doesnt appreciate how werewolves are treated..." You raise an eyebrow, "JR, the snobby, full of himself, I'm better than you boy, is a free animal advocate?" Jr's brother shrugs, "Yeah, so?" You frown, "Does he not realize they could WIPE OUT THE CITY?" He looks down, uncomfortable, "Not ALL werewolves are bad..." You stare, "Maybe they're not bad PEOPLE, but they can't control themselves! Come the full moon they become killers!" He glares, "I KNOW! Why dont you argue with my brother about it?!" You flinch, "Sorry... You're right. I shouldn't be taking my frustration at him out on you." He nods and you go to your seat. You'll have to talk to him sometime about it.

After school you hunt down Jr. You really need to get this cleared up. Despite the fact that werewolves ARE human most of the time, they’re also monsters that kill people, infect people, and spread their disease. Many cities had been wiped out before this order was started. Many cities that don’t like the order and refuse to accept it have been wiped out since. The disease is getting out of hand. It must be contained. It would be impossible to completely wipe it out, but keeping it under control is good enough. As long as the government stays hard against them, giving no leniency, they’ll at least behave. That’s all the people want. Just for them to behave… You find him at the park, sitting under a tree. You walk towards him. As soon as he sees you he scrambles up. You hurry over to him, stopping in front of him, “We need to talk.” “I don’t have anything to talk to you about.” Though his responses had been short and difficult before, now he’s cold and unfriendly. It seems he already knows what you’re here to talk about. “Yes we do Jr. Your brother told me why you’re upset… I just don’t think you realise-” He laughs, cutting you off, “Don’t realise? YOU don’t realise! What the Hell do you know?” You glare, “I know that plenty of cities have already been wiped out from werewolves! I know that you ungrateful brats have NO IDEA how dangerous this disease is! Sitting there crying for “animals’ rights”, once they’re granted this city is going to be wiped out and it’ll be YOUR FAULT!” Jr snaps, “I’m not upset at them rounding up werewolves! Werewolves need to be contained! They round up anything that shifts! Not just werewolves! ANY SHAPESHIFTER! Yeah, I GET IT, better safe than sorry! Have you SEEN how those who are confined are treated!?” “They’re given their own CITY! They’re aloud lives! Just SOMEWHERE ELSE!” Jr grabs your wrist, making you jump, “Come on. I’ll show you their 'city'.” He walks off, dragging you with him. “Wait! We’re not allowed near the wall! It’s dangerous!” “And that should be a sign that something is wrong, shouldn’t it? They’re not giants. They’re not gonna break out of the wall. They don’t want you away to keep you safe. They want you away to keep you stupid.” You frown, tugging at your wrist, “I’m not stupid Jr.” His grip only tightens as you near the edge of town. You glare at the back of his head, “Let me GO Jr. I don’t want to get in trouble! Jr let GO!” You yank at your wrist, but he only jerks you forward, causing you to stumble and almost fall. “Stop fighting me. If you want to come preaching to me, I want you to see the facts first…” You glare, but don’t fight anymore. No matter how dangerous and illegal it is, you have to admit, you’re curious. Eventually the wall rises in front of you. A little gasp escapes your lips. It’s huge and magnificent. It’s kept in pristine shape, practically shining. Towers sit at intervals across it, tall and proud, certainly full of guards.

You shiver, chest squeezing in fear, “Jr, we shouldn’t be here. What if we get caught?” Jr rolls his eyes, “I’ve come here often. Don’t worry. I know all the blind spots…” He takes you around the wall, cutting through hedges and zigzagging across the ground. You follow, nervously clutching his arm. You finally reach the wall and he crouches in front of you, “Get on. There’s only one path up, and I’m the only one who knows it…” You hesitate and he grabs you, pulling you forward. You stumble and grudgingly climb on his back. He stands and locks your ankles firmly in front of him, then says, “Lean your head over my shoulder. It’ll balance out your weight better and allow you to hang on without choking me…” You do so, resting your chin on his shoulder, arms locked firmly around his chest. He says, “Hold on tight,” and lets go. Now you’re the only thing keeping you on him. You gulp, looking up. That’s really high. If you lose grip and fall… Your legs tighten around him. You’re sure that he’ll be bruised but, honestly, you’d rather him be bruised than you be dead. He starts his way up the wall, using the tiniest crevices as hand and foot holds. He scales the wall quickly, as though you way nothing, and soon you’re halfway up, too afraid of losing grip to look down. This wall is RIDICULOUSLY tall… You suppose it’s good for preventing wolves from climbing out though… Jr finally reaches the top and gently pries you off him. Your arms and legs are sore from clinging to him so hard. He takes your hand, pulling you into a crouch, and bolts across the wall, to the inner edge. You have no choice but to follow.

Once you reach the edge he urges you close. You look over and gasp. There’s a huge trench right inside the wall, full of men, women, and children, presumably werewolves. The inside edges of the trench are lined with stairs and thin pathways, houses dug into the side of them. The adults are all at the bottom, digging.The dirt is loaded into carts that are taken in underground tunnels further into the city. The city itself is massive, past the trench are houses upon houses. They’re shabby and broken up, you can tell even from the height you’re at. People, the size of ants, bustle around. Most seem to be working. Some building houses, some draggin carts in and out of tunnels, Some collecting those dead or sick off the streets. Your lips twist at that sight. The middle of the city is full of farmland, better looking, though still small, houses dotted everywhere. They seem to have an abundance of food, they’re not lacking in work, why are they all dying? You decide it’s probably from overcrowding. Though the city is big, the infection is bigger. It has spread all across the world. It’s so thick, even in just the seven cities that send their wolves here, that there’s simply no room. Streets are small, houses crammed everywhere, new ones constantly being built, and children are continuously being born. With a city so big, it simply would be unrealistic to think no one would have kids and, unfortunately, some species of werewolves have litters. Children run everywhere, playing, working, and dying. Even with them being so small, you can see their bad condition. Their clothes are poor too. Almost all of the children are naked, and some of the adults. Those who do have clothes look as though they’ve been wearing the clothes they were brought in since they got there, have hand made clothes, or have rags that barely cover them. You squint and lean further out, struggling to see. Are they all… Starving? You jerk back and look at Jr. He’s watching you. You point out to the farms, “They have an abundance of food! Why are they so thin?” Jr sighs, “The food isn’t for them. They’re given rations according to where they work. All the food they grow is shipped out and sold. They’re given the leftover. The stuff no one wants.” Your lips twist, “I don’t believe you.”

Jr glares, “Look down there! Tell me what you see! Where is ALL that food going then?!” “How do you know this? Who told you about this?” Jr swallows and looks away, then looks back, “I had a friend… He was a changeling. He got put in there, but he used to sneak letters out to me...” Your heart speeds up a little, “Used to?” He nods, looking bitter, “They found out. I had got to where I came up here often. I watched it happen…” Your heart jumps to your throat and you barely get out, “Watched what happen?” He points, “They dragged him to the edge of the city. Shot him in the head. They just left him there for the clean up crew to pick up…” You turn your head away. There's so much to process… You look back at him, “I don’t understand. Why would they be MEAN to them? I understand containing them, but it just doesn’t seem realistic that they’d just torture an entire species unnecessarily…” Jr shrugs in defeat, “It’s easier to control a broken people, rather than a thriving nation. If they were strong, they could break out. Better to beat them down and starve them and let them die…” Tears prick at your eyes and you turn away quickly, looking back out, “But there are children out there…” Jr snorts, “Baby monsters you mean? Well, I mean, I’m sure at least half are werewolves. The rest are changelings, mimics, anything that can transform into a wolf. Even if they’re in full control while changed. Even if the moon doesn’t affect them. If any wolf DNA is in you, you’re classified a monster.” You blink away your tears. You will NOT cry in front of Jr. Though this IS horrible. You wish there was some way you could help them. But you know storming around yelling at people isn’t going to change anything. You have no powers to speak of. You’re probably the closest to human that exists. You don’t even have super speed, one of the most basic powers out there, that almost everyone has.You wouldn’t stand a chance against anyone. You’d just end up in jail, stuck, or dead, and then REALLY not stand a chance… Helplessness wells up in you and you lean over the wall, trying to distract yourself. You look for anything interesting. Livestock, trees, anything that's not the people. You can feel Jr's intense stare burning into you. You refuse to look at him. Suddenly a strong gust of wind sweeps by and you scream as it knocks you off balance. You topple over the wall, limbs flailing. “NO!!!” Your desperate wail is snatched away by the wind…

A hand clamps around your wrist and a moment of relief washes over you as you jerk to a halt. That moment only lasts a second. There’s a lurch and you see the moment of panic on Jr’s face, then you’re both plummeting down the wall. Jr scrabbles desperately at the wall, nails breaking and hands and knees being ripped to shreds. But he finds purchase. You feel your arm jerked violently and wail at the sudden stop. Jr groans, clinging to a ridiculously small crevice in the wall. How did he even get his fingers IN that?! He grunts, “Get a hold of the wall idiot!” You gasp, realizing you’ve just been hanging there, staring at Jr’s hand. You scrabble for purchase, finding it eventually, and you both begin slowly, agonizingly, climbing back up. Jr is cursing violently under his breath, entire body trembling. He looks close to tears… You gasp, “It’s ok Jr… We’re alive.. We’ll get back up… It’s ok…” He doesn’t respond, seeming more and more upset the closer to the top you get. You’re almost climbing back over, reaching safe ground, when guards come running up. Jr lets go…

You’re forced, struggling, to your knees. Jr is wrestled out of the net. He bolts for the door, but is grabbed instantly. The guards slam him to the ground and you scream. Two collars are brought out and you shiver. Although you know you aren’t a werewolf, the collar is still scary. You look over at Jr. He’s struggling to get back, away from the collar, but two guards hold him still. The man snaps the collar on you. The cold metal sits heavy on your neck, giving you chills. You watch the man, waiting for something, anything. Finally, he smiles, “See? That wasn’t so bad. You’re good to go.” He takes the collar off and your focus instantly goes to Jr. A guard is wrestling a collar on him. As soon as it snaps closed he wails and thrashes. You scream and fight towards him. He writhes, struggling to wrench it off, but it’s hard when his skin is rippling and twisting. You cover your mouth as he arches his back, blood flecking his mouth. You gasp, “You’re killing him! Stop!” Jr gives a last wail and rips violently into a wolf, shuddering and shaking. You freeze, staring. He’s beautiful. Big and almost golden. His fur is long and thick, rippling with every move he makes. His eyes are still the same though, blue and very, very human. He stares at you, crouched on the floor, shivering, and whimpers. You can only stare. It’s hard to decide whether to be terrified, like you’ve been taught to be all your life, or mesmerized. Because he is very VERY definitely in control. But that doesn’t make sense. Werewolves are monsters. They CAN’T be in control. They become violent, hungry animals when they turn… The guards step forward and Jr snarls, his appearance instantly changing. His fur bristles along his back, making him look much bigger, and his lips jerk back, revealing his teeth and gums, mouth hanging open threateningly. It’s a truly terrifying sight, and you just stare as they struggle to get close to him. He snarls and snaps, not hurting anyone, but scaring them enough to back off. Once it’s decided that it’s too dangerous to come close, they retreat, grabbing guns. You instantly fight, “Wait! Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!” They raise their weapons and you scream desperately, fighting with everything you have against the guards holding you, but they fire anyway. A dozen darts strike him and he jerks back, snarling and barking wildly. You don’t know whether to scream some more, because they’re HURTING HIM, or be relieved that those weren’t real bullets. Jr stumbles and falls, eyes rolling back. You shiver, whimpering. A man looks at you, “What is she still doing here?” The guards blink, surprised, and he snaps, “Get her out! She’s been traumatized enough!” The guards scramble and grab you. You struggle a little, “Jr….” “That’s not your friend ma’am… That’s a monster…” Tears spill down your cheeks. He’s not a monster. He’s a person… You two weren’t really close, but you were JUST starting to become friends… You don’t want to leave him… But you’re not strong. You’re not fast. You have no special power. Nothing you can pull out of thin air to solve the problem. You’re dragged out of the tower, down to a car. They put you in the back and you curl up, “He’s not a monster! He’s my friend! He wouldn’t-” Your voice breaks. Would he? Honestly… You don’t know. Maybe not while human. But even as a wolf he seemed so…. Human…. But that could just be your judgement too… You don’t know what to think anymore… You rest your forehead on your knees. You need time to think. You need to tell his brother, warn him… ‘But if he’s a wolf… Doesn’t he need to be seperated? He’s dangerous….’ You hug your legs tighter. Why does life have to be so complicated?