Mercy and OTA
Mercy was happy she could move again without a brace or pain or whatever. It was kind of nice, really. She was still in PT but felt more normal than she had in months. It was almost divine. Thanksgiving was a big deal (As was any food-orientated holiday) for those in the house and she was happy to be a part of it. She'd made a few pies - chocolate cream, butterscotch cream, pumpkin pie and apple pies - enough for everyone.
She let everyone else handle the rest as she plunked down not far from the grills but not in the way and dug into a huge plate of food. Because while she wasn't a werewolf, she could totally keep pace with eating. She'd gone for a run in coyote form earlier and changed a few times so she'd be extra hungry.