Mooned (a humor werewolf short story) by Norm Cowie

Author:Norm Cowie [Cowie, Norm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

As Fetch followed Cat to the door, he reflected that there was another disadvantage to being human. As a dog, his thoughts rarely expanded beyond food, comfort, companionship and play. But as a human, he found himself wondering about things, hurting his brain rather than learning the truth by simply sniffing something’s butt.

He looked at Cat’s swaying nude rear end exposed under her blanket as she strode towards the door. Conflicting emotions roiled inside him.

She looked over her shoulder and caught him looking. “You aren’t going to sniff my butt… or anything else of mine.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Yes, you were. You were thinking about sniffing my butt.”

“Well, okay, maybe. But why not? I mean, don’t you sniff butts?”

She grimaced.“Cats don’t sniff butts.”

“What? You don’t want to sniff my butt?”

Her nose crinkled, “No thanks, I can smell it from here.”

“No you can’t!”

“You’re right. I can’t. But it doesn’t mean I want to.”

“Then how else can you learn the truth about stuff? You can learn about something’s health, sex, mood, intentions, just by smelling.”

“I don’t need any of that. Like I said, I just kill everything. Then I go lay in a sunbeam until it’s time to eat.”

“Yeah, I like sunbeams,” Fetch agreed. “And eating.”

He caught up with Cat as she stood in the doorway, staring into the darkness and flexing her clawed hand. “You weren’t serious about killing me, were you?”

She just smiled.

After an awkward moment of staring into the woods surrounding the house, he said, “We have to go after Alpha.”

He was feeling strange. While his still tremendous sense of loyalty made him want to run and search for Alpha, something else made him hesitate, a feeling that all was not right with Alpha, and that there was something going on that he would be better off not knowing. He’d never felt anything that countered his sense of pack loyalty, and he didn’t like the feeling.

But in the end, loyalty won out. Loyalties always win out with a dog. That’s why a dog will sit for days next to its dead owner. It’s why a dog will travel hundreds of miles to find its way home. It’s why a dog will defend its family or pack, against any intruder, no matter the odds.

He took a deep breath, and stepped into the cold dark, drawing his blanket around him as the chill hit him. He felt rather than heard as Cat followed him into the dark.

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