The werewolf enveloped her in a tight hug before he allowed her to walk out the front door of his home. She meant every word that she said. Without him, she didn't know what would've happened to her or where she would've gone. Allies weren't exactly growing on trees. They were becoming harder and harder to find. He made certain that her beaded bag was full of food. Sometimes he could be more like a mother hen than a scary werewolf. So few people got to see the side of him that she did. It was a shame. He might have been able to make more friends if others in their society hadn't been so cruel and dismissive. For all she knew, he could've been a much happier and less violent man if he hadn't been so hated and feared.