Nick grunted as the sun crept in on him, waving a hand her rolls over or more correctly, into somebody. Normally sleeping solo, this was enought to wake him to the scard, tattoed, giant of a woman that shared his bed, still asleep.
Now he hadn't gotten too drunk last night, so images floated to the fore front of his mind... He was out drinking, say this giant woman downing beer like water, struck up a conversation, her name was Ingredients, she apparently worked with local lumbar companies to tone down deforestation by ensuring for every tree felled, a new one was planted... So corporate lumberjack.... She had the build of a lumber jack.
Things escalated went she put her hand on his thigh, makes outs, climbing in his car, then a night of vertical tango.... Checking, he found he was still wearing a rubber... So they done it safe.
He reaches up and brushes her hair, steel grey with streaks of brown, causing her face to wrinkle as she blinked awake. "Morning little one." She said in her thick accent, not quite Russian, not quite Metis, a mix of both.
Nick snorted. "Nothing little about me.'
She laughs. "And yet you are so small next to me."
"Oh very yes, I am ravenous." She slowly sits up and cracks her back.
"Good, cuz I cook big meals."
Luna looked at the other woman, her nose wasn't lying, this Ingrid was a shifter... But not one she had ever smelled before. As Ingrid picks up a slice of toast lathered with honey, she leans over and whispers to her dad.
"Da... She's is a shifter.... Like me... But not like me." Luna spoke in a hushed whisper.
"Little wolf, it is rude to talk about someone like that." Ingrid rumbled. "But yes, I am a shifter, Gurahl, werebear. I know your father is in good with the wolves, I could smell that on him." She continues eating her toast, some how not dripping honey everywhere.
Nick blinks. "I bagged a werebear?"
Ingrid laughs. "Or I bagged you little hunter.... Oh yes, just as I could smell the wolves on you, I also smell old blood on you, you have hunted before and maybe still, I do not judge."
Nick relaxed, worried he might have to deal with an angry werebear, he had heard rumours about them, gentle giants unless provoked, then they where like berserkers in the heat of battle, twelve feet of pure muscle and rage.
Nick rubbed his beared. "So question is.... One off?"
She laughed as Luna groaned and covered her ears, humming to herself. "You impressed me, a hard feat, not many can keep up with me in the sack, so I think again would be good, when you are ready."
Nick sips his coffee. "Well, as a southern gentleman, how can I resist a ladies request?"
Ingrid laughs and finishes her toast before tackling breakfast sausages and bacon as her phone rang, sighing she fished out a phone that looked tiny in her hand. "Hallo? Chris! Yes mama stayed out late, made a new friend.... Yes... Yes he fed me, quite a spread for three.... Oh he has a daughter, Lycan, no idea of tribe..... Yes they are polite, no I will not maul them, they gave me fine quality honey.... Might steal the jar... Okay, love you too, later...." She hung up and sighed. "My son Chris, he worries about his momma at times, he is probably the same age as your pup."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Son? What happened to dad?"
Ingrid sighed. "A rug most likely, he was a lovable bear.... But very dull witted, hunted down and slayed."
"I'm sorry to hear." Nick offered.
Ingrid waved a hand. "He was good, but nature is a wheel, it turns constantly, to linger in one place is to risk being run over... Also Chris likes being human rather than bear, better meats and veg."
Luna blinks. "He was born a bear?"
Ingrid nodded as she chewed down on some bacon. "Ya, he was little bear cub, but my human life style called to him, he likes clothes, the interwebs, human food.... So many ways to cook simple salmon.... Remind me to track down a red headed Lycan, she gave us a prized salmon a month back, that fish lasted a week."
Luna thinks. "Was the Lycan a teenage girl?"
"I know her, part of my moot, Caroline, Red Talon."
Ingrid looks thoughtful. "She did not act like a Red Talon, she was very calm and polite.... And had humans with her."
"Oh that's easy, she was raised like a dog, her dad didn't know she was Lycan till her first shift."
Ingrid nods. "Ah, lost cub, it happens all to much in modern nights, many cubs lost to their tribe, but I hear there is a kind old soul that helps them connect to their heritage."
Luna nods. "Yeah, Long Strider, he helped Caroline and me connect to a totem, not out tribes totem, one more suited for us."
Ingrid nods. "I have heard of this wise wolf, he does Gaia's work."
Nick chuckled. "Was a shock having this old native man rock up to my door offering help with my kid, but I welcome everything he did, got Luna out of a depressive stage, worried she might go goth on me."
Luna rolls her eyes. "Dad, I am goth, it's not a stage, it's a mind set."
Nick. "I'll believe it when your boy Brad shows up goth."
Ingrid laughs. "You good family, much like me and my own, I look forward getting to know you.... And give my thanks to this Caroline."
