:0 Okay I'll try to give an okay prompt
Snuggles, just pure fluffy snuggles (if he knows what he's doing that is)
if not, well idk that's all I can give ; ;
I'm not good at prompts... sorry
The first thought Henry had after transforming was 'Ow'.
The second was 'Find pack'.
He easily escaped his office, just ramming the door till the lock broke did the trick. After that, it was following the halls and the scents that filled them. He wanted desperately to go and check on every single one of his pack members, but they had left him, and thinking too long about that made him sad. But he knew there was one packmate that hadn't left him, and he intended to find them and keep them safe, like his instincts howled for him to do.
The scent of multiple animals atop a nice earthy scent like wheat and grass. 'Pack'. From there, the search was much easier, just following the trail until he reached the kitchen. He could hear two inside, talking, and he felt his tail wag. His packmate was talking to another, which meant they were also pack. He had found two members of his pack. With that thought spurring him on, he pushed into the room.
A shrill noise invaded his ears and he whined. The One Who Smelt Like Cookies was screaming. Why was she screaming? He didn't like it, didn't like how scared she smelt. Who scared his pack? How dare they!? The One Who Smelt Like Wheat And Grass And Animals was big now, furry. His tail wagged again. Wheat was like him. Cookies was not, no, but Wheat was, and Wheat liked Cookies and Cookies liked Wheat and he would keep them safe. He would keep them safe because he was the Leader and it was his job to keep them safe. With that logic perfectly clear in his head, he strode forward on clumsy paws and buried his snout in Wheat's fur, breathing in the comforting scent of wheat and grass and animal to an internal mantra of 'Mine mine mine'.
Rachel screaming was what had made him look up. He had been so startled seeing another werewolf, he hadn't known what to do. Now, though, a familar scent was practically smothering him as this 'newcomer' nuzzled the mane around his neck.
"D-Dr. Jekyll!?" Jasper squeaked, returning he awkward hug. Indeed, the finely tailoured suit (now straining against the unfamiliar build) was defintely the doctor's, and the strong smell of ink and wine filled the younger wolf's nose. He hadn't even known Jekyll was a werewolf, though he supposed the knowing manner in which he had spoken to Jasper about monsters made more sense now.
"Jekyl!?!" Ah. Right. Rachel. Jasper turned to her with a nervous smile and a shrug as Jekyll murred and gruffed and licked at Jasper's cheek affectionately. His own tail was starting to wag along with the founder's, and he couldn't help but whine right back at him, turning and bumping Jekyll's snout with his. "Jekyll's a werewolf!?"
"A-Apparently?" Jasper let out a puff of air as Jekyll finally succeeded in knocking him over, now laying on him and getting comfy. Rachel stared, uncertain, then cautiously joined them. Jekyll seemed happier at that, moving to nestle between the two of them. "I feel bad for him.. he's clearly been having a rough time, what with everyone leaving him for Frankenstiein."
"Well," Jasper pondered how best to explain it to her. "Wolves have packs. Those packs have leaders, typically the mum and dad. Dr. Jekyll is the leader of the Society." Rachel's eyes brightened with understanding as she absentmindely scratched between Jekyll's ears.
"So when everyone abandoned him for Frankenstein, Jekyll lost his pack?" She turned sad eyes to the werewolf between them, leaning more heavily against his maned neck. His tail thumped against the kitchen floor happily. "Poor Dr. J.. he must be so lonely. Do you think-"
"DON'T HURT HIM IT'S HENRY!!!"
The two jumped, Jekyll shooting up with a surprised growl. Leaning againdt the doorframe, panting hard, was Robert Lanyon. He must have run all the way to the kitchen, likely from Jekyll's office. Upon realizing who it was, Jekyll let out a happy bark, to which Lanyon rushed up to him, frantically shushing him.
"You knew and didn't tell me!!" Rachel accused sharply.
"Well, apologies if I respected Henry's privacy and didn't tell anyone he was a bloody werewolf!" Lanyon snapped back. Between, Jekyll growled warningly. Rachel stiffened, but Lanyon just gave the younger doctor a stern look. "Oh, don't get all 'alpha wolf' on me, mister! You're the one who broke out of your office just because I was five minutes late!"
Jekyll at least had the decency to look apologetic, though his puppy-eyes made Lanyon feel guilty.
"Here, we'll help get him back to his room," Jasper offered. "He'll be alot happier with more of his pack present." Lanyon looked puzzled, then abruptly face-palmed.
"Of course! No wonder he's been so cuddly and protective!" Jekyll nuzzled at the older man, earning a distracted head pat. "Come on, let's get him out of here before someone sees him. Not a word of this to anyone, understand?"
Henry laid on the rug in his office, wagging and pawing at the soft texture happily. Cookies and Wheat had gone with him to his office, as well as The One Who Smelt Like Spices And Grapes (his personal favourite, but he wouldn't tell his pack that, they might get sad), and now they were all cuddled together in a pile on the rug. Grapes was scratching around his neck, his soft hands buried in his thick fur, and Cookies was laying on top of him, giggling everytime his breathing lifted her up and down. Wheat was scribbling something in a big thick book, and he felt so proud that his packmate could write with his paws, so smart and perfect. He could only hope the rest of his pack was cuddled together in his absence. He chuffed, receiving a comforting nuzzle from where Wheat laid against his other side across from Grapes. The One Who Smelt of Blood and Sickness had no clue how to look after a pack, no, so he had to hope his pack was looking after each other.
He'd get them back, and maybe Sickness would get better, and then she would be pack as well, and then he would have all his pack together in their big complex den with it's odd tunnels and caverns, and it would be okay. Happy with that thought, Henry allowed himself to doze off to the sound of Grapes fondly gushing something about a thing called a 'fork' and rabbits.
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