Sure, little anonymous person! Since 3 was already requested, you get two! Werewolf and werewolf hunter!
The dark skinned werewolf pup stared at the blonde hunter with a crossbow aimed at him, the wolf’s glowing yellow eyes half hidden as he attempted to hide himself from the hunter, the hunter stared, a pup was never alone, and if he knew a pup was all he saw, he wouldn’t have chased the werewolf in to the forest.
It wasn’t an every day occurrence for Washington to wake up to the loud sound of something in his trashcans only to open the curtains and see the glowing yellow eyes of a werewolf staring back at him, the werewolves he had a truce with knew where their lines laid, and passing in to his neighborhood at night was crossing the lines, which meant this werewolf was a rapid one, and a rapid animal had to be put down.
So when the hunter saw the young werewolf in the moonlight and found a child like face, he was confused for only a second before he realized the danger he was in, this werewolf was a part of the pack he had a truce with, the werewolf ran to his pack’s territory, now Washington was the one crossing the line.
He barely had the time to process that before another werewolf, an adult werewolf, charged at him, pinning him to the ground with his fangs and claws out, one hand on the hunter’s neck and another holding his hands above his head, the werewolf was growling “D-daddy!” The younger werewolf called out, running to the older werewolf’s side.
“Daddy don’t hurt him, I…” The younger werewolf’s words flattered to a stop when his father looked at him.
The pup sighed “I walked in to the hunter’s territory…” He said, and the adult looked at Washington.
“And he followed you here?” The adult said, his voice in a low, menacing growl while the hunter nodded, defenseless under a werewolf, not the best situation to be at for a hunter, especially if the werewolf is really hot, and angry.
The werewolf gave Washington a long look, eyes still narrowed before he got off him and looked at his kid, who immediately looked down “Go back to the den, don’t talk to anyone on the way.” He ordered and the pup looked up at the werewolf.
“Aren’t you coming?” The pup asked.
“No, I need to have a chat with the hunter.” The man answered, the pup nodded quickly and ran away as the werewolf turned to the hunter.
The hunter paled, staring at the werewolf as his fangs and claws retreated and his eyes turned to an amber color instead of his previous glowing yellow “Man, that was exhausting.” The werewolf complained as he stretched his back.
“Uh… Huh?” The hunter replied, confused by the switch of tone in the wolf’s voice.
“My name’s Lavernius Tucker, but it’ll be easier for both of us if you just use Tucker, I’m sorry for Junior, he’s just a bit too curious.” The werewolf apologized, flashing a winning smile at the human.
The hunter blushed lightly at the smile “Uh, David, but just call me Washington, or Wash.”
“Wash? That has to have a story behind it.”
“Well, yeah, kind of a long one, really.”
The werewolf nodded and gestured for the hunter to follow him, quickly leading the human to a more civilized area, with a table Washington remembered sitting next to while debating the werewolf-human truce, the werewolf sat down.
“So, as law dictates, we need to rearrange the terms of the truce when one or both sides break the rules.” The wolf says “But I doubt we need that, since the terms worked pretty well.”
The hunter nodded “I could probably get a few runes to warn the pups about the area they’re nearing being off limits.”
“That sounds like a good plan, though I doubt Junior or any of the pups will be exploring any time soon.” The werewolf nodded.
“Unless we stop the tension before it even starts.” The hunter pointed out.
“Free on Sunday for some coffee?”
“Twelve AM, Starbucks?”
“It’s a date.”
Notes: I’m sorry, I’ve not been to many coffees at America, Starbucks is a wide brand, so you get Starbucks.