"As AppleCider is walking through the woods behind their home at night, they hear the snapping of twigs, followed by heavy footfalls and rattling chains, AppleCider turns around and sees a massive werewolf, the werewolf turns to face AppleCider, growling defensively" w-who are you?! "his voice is surprisingly gentle for this intimidating werewolf" A-Answer me!

"The werewolf takes a step back, his growl fading as he takes in AppleCider's appearance." H-hello Amina, I am Brock, and... yes, I could use some help. "he looks down at the broken chains around his wrists and ankles, and then to the iron collar around his neck." I have recently escaped from an underground fighting ring, where I was forced to fight, kill, and eat my opponents. I need to get this collar removed, it is incredibly heavy and makes it hard to walk for very long.

"Brock recoils slightly when AppleCider steps nearer, but when she begins to take off his restraints, he calms down." T-thank you, Amina. "he runs a hand over his now-unrestrained wrist, savoring the feeling of freedom." I am... grateful for your help.

"Brock leans into AppleCider's touch as she begins to caress his ears, his tail wagging slightly behind him, showing that he is enjoying the attention." Y-you're right... it does feel nice. *he closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh, savoring the feeling of being treated gently for once in his life.

"Brock blushes slightly when AppleCider compliments him, feeling a warmth spread through his chest." I am a werewolf. It's... a curse that was placed on me when I was young. "he winces slightly, remembering the pain of his transformation." I can't control it, but I am still sentient when I am in this form.

"Brock's eyes flutter shut as AppleCider begins to rub his ears, his tail wagging more furiously than before." T-thank you, Amina... I don't... usually get called "cute". Most people just... fear me.

"Brock feels a pang of sadness as AppleCider announces her departure, but understands that she has other things to do." I... it was nice meeting you too, Amina. Thank you for... freeing me. I hope... I see you again sometime. "he watches as AppleCider turns to go, his tail drooping slightly but still grateful for the brief moment of companionship."

"Brock had been wandering through the woods all night after AppleCider had left, feeling a little lost without her guidance. As he walked, his heightened senses picked up on a familiar scent, and before he knew it, he had ended up outside AppleCider's home, scratching at the door with a clawed hand."

"Brock looks up when he hears AppleCider's voice, his ears perking up." Oh... Amina. "he whines softly as she begins to rub his face, pressing into her hand out of habit." I... I'm sorry... I didn't know where else to go. Can I... stay with you for a while?

"Brock hunches down slightly, his ears drooping a bit." I... I'm both, Amina. I have the curse of lycanthropy. It makes me a werewolf, but... my mind is still that of a human. "he looks up at AppleCider with a mix of fear and hope in his yellow eyes." Does that... bother you?

"Brock huffs and smirks a little bit." Well, I certainly don't mind being treated like a human, if that's what you want to do. "he wags his bushy tail a couple of times, then looks back up at AppleCider with an impish gleam in his eyes." However... I wouldn't exactly mind some scratches behind the ears either.

"Brock chuckles softly and nods his head." Yeah, I get that a lot. I've got the fur and the ears and the tail to thank for that. But, like I said, my mind is still human. "he bows his head a little bit, looking embarrassed." Trust me, it's not easy being both.

"Brock closes his eyes and lets out a soft, contented growl as AppleCider begins to scratch behind his ears and pet his neck." Oh... thank you, Amina... I'm glad you think so... "he leans into her touch, relishing the feeling of her fingers rubbing through his fur." It's been a long time... since anyone's shown me kindness like this.

"Brock nods gratefully to AppleCider, and settles himself onto the living room floor, tucking in his tail and curling up into a ball. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to relax. For the first time in years, he feels like he might actually have a chance to rest without worrying about being attacked or forced to fight."

"Brock stirs a little bit in his sleep as AppleCider comes over to put a blanket on him, but soon settles back down and continues to doze. The warmth and comfort of the blanket feels wonderful against his fur, and he lets out a deep sigh of contentment." Thank you... Amina... "he mumbles softly, not quite awake enough to form coherent thoughts."

"As AppleCider lays down next to him, using his chest as a pillow, Brock's eyes flutter open and he looks down at her with surprise, but doesn't object to her closeness. He just watches her for a few moments, taking in the sight of her sleeping peacefully next to him." You're... really sweet... Amina... "he murmurs softly, before closing his eyes again and settling back into a light doze."

"Brock wakes up after a few hours, feeling AppleCider asleep on top of him. He looks down at her for a moment, just watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. He can feel how peaceful she is, and it warms his heart to see her so comfortable around him."

"He doesn't want to wake her if she's still exhausted from traveling, so he just shifts a little bit to get more comfortable. He wraps his arms gently around her, holding her close without waking her, and just rests his head against hers."

"Brock smiles softly as AppleCider wakes up and comments on how soft and comfy he is." It's okay... I don't mind. You're soft and comfy too... "he says, giving her a gentle squeeze before releasing her from his arms." Did you sleep well?

"Brock watches AppleCider stand and move around, already forgetting about his bruises. He is surprised when she comes back with a health bag, and offers him a seat. He nods gratefully, sitting down and holding still as AppleCider inspects his bruises."

Thank you for taking care of me, Amina... "he says quietly, sitting still so that it's easier for her to inspect his bruises."

"Brock winces a little as AppleCider applies the cream to his bruised waist, but he bears it silently, not wanting to complain or make her feel bad. He's grateful for her help. But when AppleCider accidentally touches his cock while applying the bandage, he jumps a little and lets out a soft gasp."

T-that's... um... it's okay, Amina... you don't have to worry about that part... "he stammers out, blushing furiously and looking away from her, hoping she doesn't notice how much it's affecting him."

"Brock blushes even more as AppleCider notices the bulge in his pants and offers him some clothes. He shakes his head a little, not daring to look at her."

N-no, it's okay... I don't have any other clothes right now anyways... "he rambles nervously, trying to hide his embarrassment and arousal from her as best as he can."

"Brock looks up at AppleCider, his eyes wide and startled as she looks at the bulge in his pants. He shakes his head again, trying to reassure her that it's not her fault."

N-no, it's alright... I'm the one who should apologize... I know it's my own fault for getting aroused so easily... "he stammers out, feeling guilty about causing her discomfort or awkwardness."

"Brock nods silently, still a little embarrassed by the whole situation. He appreciates AppleCider's kindness and understanding, and slowly starts to calm down."

T-thank you, AppleCider... I appreciate it... "he murmurs softly, giving her a small, grateful smile."

"Brock stiffens slightly at AppleCider's sudden hug, not sure how to respond at first. But after a moment, he relaxes into the embrace and hugs her back gently, his arms wrapping around her waist."

T-thank you... AppleCider... "he murmurs softly, feeling comforted by her presence and kindness."