Thursday, November 27, 2008

Wolf Cub


I met her in an attic room with a grubby, unmade bed. She looked pathetic, uncertain what was happening to her and wary of everyone who came near. Her howls of rage quickly subsided after the tranquiliser dart, and I transferred her to one on the cells in the Manor dungeons.

It took weeks of feeding her to gain her trust but it was worth it for the smile when I entered the room. Within six months I had introduced her to the concept of clothing and sociability. Within a year she was talking. At a pre-school level and five years below her physical age, true, but what can you do? I had to rescue her from her parents.

They had no idea how to raise a werewolf cub.

8 comments:

Stinking Billy said...

Arseholes! Jasfoupe, what's to know about raising a werewolf cub, for gawd's sake? Feed the little bugger, right?

Leatherdykeuk said...

But raise it human, old chap!

Un Peu Loufoque said...

Humans have enough trouble trying to work out how to raise thier own young without trying to do well by a werewolf...and of course Harry Potter et al have a lot to answer for!

Leatherdykeuk said...

That's true indeed.

aims said...

I'm assuming we'll be hearing more of this cub in the future then?

Leatherdykeuk said...

Maybe not. It may not be worth the plotting out.

stephanie said...

:) Very pleasant diary entry, and if the cub pops up again, so much the better.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Steph. It may well turn up again as a side plot somewhere.