y'all want some werewolves?

[kendiefox]

Elise lies on a blanket in the backyard, Pride and Prejudice abandoned next to her as she picks out shapes in the clouds when Britt comes around the side of the house.
“Hey,” she says tiredly, not bothering to sit up until he nudges her arm with his nose. “You brought clothes?”
Britt nods, which always looks awkward on wolves, and gives a little shake, making the wolf pack’s straps clack.
Elise levers herself upright and begins unclipping Britt’s packs so he can slide them off. He bites the handle and carries the bags inside with him to change, leaving her to flop back down in the sun.
“Brought tea,” Britt says as he comes back into easy conversation range. “Do you want to talk about the sads? Or we can just dis Fitzwilliam Darcy.”
Elise shrugs, taking the glass of iced tea. “Nothing specific; I’m just sad.”
Britt gives her hand a squeeze. “Then let’s talk about how Darcy is a bag of dicks.”
“He is!” Elise picks up the book and flips to her marker. “‘Not handsome enough to tempt me’ I hope she throws that in his face when she’s in labor.”
“Men weren’t allowed-”
“I’m sure she could get enough volume for him to hear on the other end of Pemberly.”
They do, eventually, manage to get out their assignments and get started on the short essay responses.