Chapter 36 Quil and Pititchu out-takes

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

AN: missionwolf really exists – the photos of the wolf pups are just so cute

Seth could hear the laughter as he approached the house. He let himself in the front door and threw his school bag down on the floor as he headed to the kitchen. Leah was gasping and trying to speak and Jake was almost wiping tears from his cheeks.

"What on earth?" he asked.

Leah broke out into more laughter. Jake was clutching the kitchen counter.

"Quil…" Leah managed to gasp out.

Seth raised his eyebrows.

"Pitchi…" Jake managed.

Seth rolled his eyes. "What has she done now?" he asked.

"She… she buried… his shoe," Leah finally gasped out.

"She chews the furniture," added Jake.

"She urine marked the house," gasped Leah, "scent marked it as her territory."

"Man," said Seth, "she needs to go to puppy school.

That just cracked the other two up again.

At the ABC garage, they had finished up for the day and were having a quiet beer; just Embry, Jake and Quil.

Jake decided now, was probably a good time to ask Quil if he needed help with Pititchu.

"So Quil, I hear Pititchu is giving you some trouble," he started.

"Fuck's sake, I don't know what to do with her," whined Quil. "She stole one of my shoes and she buried it. She must have done it ages ago and I didn't miss it for a while, so by the time I got her to tell me where it was, it was ruined."

Embry snorted.

"It's not funny Embry. This is a big deal. I don't have that many shoes, you know?"

"Sorry Quil," muttered Embry.

"She buries everything! Even socks and dirty underwear. Old Quil is going crazy over it."

"Uh huh," said Jake.

"She scratches herself behind the ears with her foot." Quil stopped, "actually, that one is pretty damn useful," he smirked, "but even that… she thinks any sexual position other than doggy style is weird… I mean I am trying to educate her…"

Embry looked like he was biting his own tongue.

Quil continued, "The other night at dinner, she snapped at old Quil when he took the last piece of chicken; damn near took his hand off. He whacked her with his walking cane." Quil waved his arms dramatically. "My house is turning into a circus…."

Quil was on a roll now and the others were barely holding it together.

"She ate the steaks before we cooked them last week. Stole them off the kitchen counter. Mum went ape shit when she found her up on the counter in wolf form. She tried to take them off her and Pititchu nearly bit her. Mum launched into some whine about how it was bad enough we ate as much as we did; couldn't we even wait for her to cook it first? I mean you had to see it; a wolf on the counter and Mum standing there threatening her with the rolling pin."

He paused for a minute.

"She drinks the toilet water. I was trying to teach her to use the toilet and she was horrified to wee in there. 'And foul the water?' she asked. I mean where did she even learn a word like 'foul'?"

Embry finally managed to speak relatively sensibly, "She needs training," he suggested.

"Puppy training… like that shit?" Quil looked relieved. "Yeah I guess that might help. What do we do?"

"Remember she is a wolf, not a dog," Jake pointed out.

"Jeez, don't I know it. I mean I took her to see Charles Eastman the other day and he is standing there with this confused look on his face and when I asked him what was wrong, he said he didn't know whether he should give her a shot for tetanus or one for kennel cough."

"Look Quil, why don't we go into the animal shelter? The guy who works there has worked with wolves before," Embry suggested.

"Sure, sure. Can we go now do you think?"

"I'll phone him and see if he is around." Embry went off to make the call.

"She was scrabbling around the floorboards, on her hands and knees and whining the other night. There was a mouse in the house wall and she went nuts trying to find it."

Jake lost it.

Embry came back to find Jake roaring with laughter and Quil sulking. "He's there now if you want to go now. Jake, you coming?"

"I've got something to work on. Gotta finish the Chevy, I'll be here when you get back."

Jake had work to do, but he was dying to hear how the trip to the animal shelter went. So, he waited around for Embry to get back.

Embry walked in and heaved a sigh of relief.

Jake looked at him. "How did it go?"

"It was very nearly a fucking disaster," said Embry vehemently. "Hal, the guy who runs it got really upset when we asked about wolf/dog domestication. He launched into a fucking lecture about how wolves could not be domesticated. As if we don't know anything about them. He seemed really upset. Last month he found a wolf for sale on Craiglist of all things, marked as a German shepherd. He has rescued some before and sent them over to Montana to the Missionwolf camp there, but they couldn't take this one. They have run out of room and it had to be euthanized."

Embry tried to imitate Hal's voice, "You people just don't understand that a wild wolf needs 10,000 acres of land each… it's a wild animal not a pet… you can't expect it to be contained in a yard…"

"When he told Quil the best thing he could do was put her to sleep, he went nuts. I managed to drag him out of there before he attacked him, but fuck me, it was close. Quil almost blew it when he shouted that Hal wanted him to put down his imprint. Luckily Hal didn't hear him properly; he was too busy shouting back at him about how inhumane he was."

They stood there wondering how they could help.

"Maybe it is a dominance thing," suggested Embry. "You should give him some alpha advice Jake."

"Good idea. I'll try that tomorrow."

The next day Embry was off picking up a vehicle. Jake thought it was a good time to bring up the alpha theory.

"Quil, back to your Pititchu issues…"

"Yeah," said Quil. He sounded doubtful now.

"Maybe it's a dominance thing," Jake suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"You're the mini alpha."

"Mini? Nothing mini about me mate," blustered Quil.

"Jesus Quil, you know what I meant. I am the pack alpha but you have to be her alpha at home. Be the boss of her; she's a wolf."

"I see what you mean."

"You rule the roost; subdue her," suggested Jake.

"Like what?"

"Bite her on the neck Quil."

"Yeah I do that," his voice dropped a register.

Jake rolled his eyes. "No, no; properly. Bite her right across the back of her neck, right above her spine, like a mother does with a puppy. Its instinct; she should just go limp on you, to show her submission."

Quil looked calculating. "You did that to Leah," he guessed.

Jake looked caught out. "You tell that to anyone and I will kill you." He pointed at Quil for emphasis.

Quil snorted. "I'm not scared of you."

"Fine," Jake huffed, "you tell anyone that and Leah will kill you."

"Yeah okay, now I'm scared," agreed Quil.

"You're the alpha in the house Quil, act like it! Bite her neck; nip her ears; all that wolf stuff. That's what she understands."

The next week Embry and Jake were dying to know how the 'alpha at home' had gone.

"Man," Quil exhaled, "you should have seen it. You were right Jake; she went all limp when I bit her on the neck. She's been much better… but then I lost it with her and shouted at her. 'Stop chewing the goddamed furniture woman!' and her face got this panicked look, she threw herself on the floor on her back. You know, soft underbelly up, with her hands tucked up under her chin and she whined…" He looked dreamy. "It was adorable…." Quil shook his head, "I mean I managed to stay stern so she doesn't learn any bad habits."

"We need to put her on a special patrol; outer perimeter. Miles away from any real trouble," Jake hastened to add at the look on Quil's face.

"Yeah," said Embry, "if she can run every day, she might be less naughty. It could be boredom. You know… like your scenting game, you used to play. You're kind of busy now we have a business."

"I could put her with one of the new wolves. It would be good for them both, I reckon," suggested Jake.

Quil looked doubtful, "As long as its just exercise," he said. "You know she doesn't have our fast healing or super strength."

"Sure, sure," said Jake.

Quil snuck into the house holding something behind his back. Pititchu's head stuck out the doorway.

"Quil!" she exclaimed.

She bounced around him. "Is that for me?" she asked eagerly.

"Yep, I told you if you were a good girl, you'd get a reward."

He pulled it out from behind his back, "Look Baby, a bongo bone!"

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