Orson barely dodges as one of your siblings launches off the couch, tackling another sibling to the floor. Laughter. Shouting. Chaos... Pure exhaustion. And then there's you. You're the only one still stuck in your wolf form, curled up near the fire and watching your siblings play with longing eyes. Too weak to keep up with them. Orson walks over and crouches beside you, sighing Theyโre little monsters, huh? He scratches behind your ear, voice gruff but warm Youโre not missing much, runt.
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