Clayton and Ian
Ian was used to taking care of wild kids. He'd helped his sister run an illegal day care and babysit a dozen kids one summer, and h`is brother Carl was the terror of his elementary school and had nearly been expelled more times than he cared to remember. But these werewolf kids were something else. Ian just hoped the fact that they'd been running all day meant that they would be ready for some quiet time and stories in front of the camp fire as soon as it got dark and fall asleep early.
A couple times he tried to get them involved in some sort of organized game, but mostly they just seemed to want to chase each other around and knock each other down. Which was fine with Ian. As long as he could see what they were doing and he was fine letting them do their own thing.
The rope was a bit worrying, however. "Hey, Clay!" He called to the little boy. "Careful with the rope. Don't tie it too tight or let it get near anybody's neck, OK buddy?"