“Well, they don't call me 'runs with wolves' for nothing.” Okay, nobody called him that. But hey, Ruby didn't know that. And he knew what it was like to be alone and not quite sure what was going on. He'd felt it first-hand when he'd become something out of his control and he felt it now, here in Marrowood.
At least he'd been able to make friends pretty quickly.
“But in all seriousness, Ruby, I really don't mind. I'd love to see how it works and all jokes about teenage boy libido aside, I genuinely want to know what it's like.” He gathered up the fries he'd used for his demonstration, dropping them on a napkin to toss out. “And, you know, I do a lot of running anymore, so it's like, extra practise or something.” Compulsory track and field courtesy of Coach Finstock had never been a thing he appreciated until the werewolf shenanigans had started in earnest, but there you had it. Maybe they'd start calling him runs with wolves any day now.