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Walking through the rainy streets, Weiss was tired. Her life… didn't really have anything more to interest her with. Her father was already gone, her old company was sold off and she was comfortably living life, not needing to do anything. Her sister was gone, her mother was too busy in rehabilitation to do anything really. It was a safe life. But… boring. The Schnee Manor was comfortable but lonely and… not filled with the best of memories.
But at least it was over now. Now she could live a quiet life. All alone.
Strolling through an alleyway with the rain pouring on her, she was startled by the sound of thunder. Jumping back, she tripped over something soft and fell on the floor. Getting back up, she rubbed her back before looking down to see a very startled and fluffy wolf with red fur backing away from her in fear. Looking at it, she could already make out that the wolf was in terrible condition. A limp, dirty fur with mud all over, an undernourished body and the faint smell of dried blood did little to hide that.
Crouching down and closing her umbrella, she looked towards the wolf and said "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." Raising her arms up in surrender, she waited as the wolf bared its teeth at her. Despite its meek attempt to seem scary, all Weiss felt was pity and sadness for the poor thing. As she looked into the poor creature's silver eyes, she slowly reached out for the wolf's head. Considering how wolves and dogs were related, they should be comforted by it. Right?
As she softly ruffled the wolf's fur, she watched as it's ears slowly went down. Approaching closer, she used her other hand to further comfort it by scratching its ears. Hearing a soft whimper from the wolf, she continued to do so. Suddenly, she noticed as the wolf suddenly bare its fangs and out of nowhere jumped at her.
Closing her eyes in fear, Weiss was shocked to find out the wolf didn't go for her. Hearing signs of a struggle, she got up immediately to watch the wolf biting onto a portly and quite frankly, drunk man's arm. Watching as the wolf was suddenly thrown to the ground and hit with a bottle the man was carrying, she watched in horror as the wolf slumped to the ground unconscious.
Grabbing her umbrella, she quickly poked the man in the neck before landing a solid blow to his knees and then turning the umbrella around to hit him with the handle. Watching as the man stumbled before falling to the floor, she rushed to the wolf who was now laying on the ground, a few shards poking into its fur. Removing the ones, she could, Weiss quickly grabbed the wolf in her arms and carried it with her and out of the alley.
Moving into the streets, she looked on, desperately hoping for a cab that could take her home. This late, there was no way a single vet would be open. Watching as one approached her, she immediately called out and was met by the cab driver.
"Where would you like to go, young madam?" The man asked.
"Schnee Manor. I'll pay you double if you can get there in 30 minutes." Weiss said, her tone, slightly panicked after the incident from before.
"As you wish ma'am. Hop on."
Getting on the cab, she set down the wolf next to her and softly began rubbing the poor creature's head with her hand, praying that she would be fine. This wolf had suffered enough, and Weiss would be damned if she didn't at least repay the favor for saving her life from the drunkard. Softly hearing the raindrops pitter patter on the roof, she hoped she wasn't too late to save this wolf.
Thunder dotting the windows as she came in, Weiss hurried through her door and into the living room. After having paid the cab driver, she ran up the steps of her house and rushed inside. A cold wind blew through the door, as she ran inside. Placing the wolf on her bed, she opened the door to her bathroom and checked the medicine cabinet and took a first aid kit.
First carefully taking out any pieces of glass she could find, she took some water and washed the wolf's fur, cleaning off the blood. Noticing the wolf shivering slightly, she watched as it struggled to open its eyes or even move. Softly placing her hand on its neck, she slowly rubbed its fur until it whimpered and eventually returned to slumber.
Letting out a soft sigh, Weiss looked on with pity at the poor wolf. She always had a soft spot for anything resembling a dog and in some of her… rather tougher times any dog her father wouldn't take away was always a source of comfort. Seeing this wolf, she was reminded of those more… happier times. Times where she could forget about her duties to the SDC and instead just live her life.
To see such an integral part of them, so horribly abused, filled her with sadness and anger. But now, there was no time for emotions to take over. Right now, it was time to help. And so, she used the disinfectant and after swabbing a piece of cotton with it, softly rubbed it over the wounds. After quickly placing some cloth and bandaging any wounds she could find, she moved her attention to the limp on the right foreleg.
After feeling it out and checking for any extra injuries, she wrapped cloth around the leg, hoping to give it some support and immediately moved it, such that it wouldn't be put under pressure. After doing so, she slowly brought out some cloth and began to wash out the mud and dirt. It was rigorous work but soon the wolf was clean, and Weiss was able to properly admire its frankly beautiful appearance.
Black, fluffy fur, leading to red endings near the ends, incredibly furry ears and a tail of perfect length, Weiss had no doubts that under different circumstances, this would've been of the prettiest beings on all of Remnant. Taking a closer look however, also revealed something far more disturbing. A set of scars across the stomach and a small cut across the snout, hastily covered by stitches seemed to indicate some far worse implications.
Placing her hand on its stomach, she noticed the wolf shake slightly, startling her at first. But after hearing the wolf's miserable whimper, all she felt was pity. How long had this poor thing gone on without proper care? How long had it been mistreated? And perhaps more importantly, was there anything she could do for it?
Going into the pantry, Weiss looked towards answering some of those questions. She had resolved that until the wolf was healthy and able to look after it, she would keep it. Grabbing out some dog biscuits she usually reserved for the street dogs, she quickly filled a small bowl with them and after heading to the bed, placed it in front of the wolf.
As the food was placed, Weiss watched in elation as the wolf began to stir. As it looked at the food hungrily, it also noticed her presence. Upon noticing her, the wolf immediately tilted its snout downwards, as it was expecting something. Perplexed, Weiss simply petted the wolf between the ears and after affectionately scratching them, moved them towards it.
Not seeing any reason as to not eat, the wolf finally decided to eat and scarfed down the bowl quickly. Upon seeing the bowl finished, it simply stared at her, almost as if waiting for another command. Seeing the wolf shake slightly as it attempted to look at her, Weiss simply ran her hands through its neck and brought it close.
Rubbing it's back softly, she noticed the wolf had relaxed a lot more and had even returned the gesture by wrapping it's paws around her in a hug. Smiling softly, she playfully scratched its ears which made it suddenly snuggle close to her and in fact force her back into her bed. Laying down with what was now an oversized dog securely snuggling with her, Weiss weighed in all her options.
She could try to wrestle the wolf away but that would be both impossible and also potentially harmful if she ended up accidentally hurting the limp. The other option was attempting to sleep with her outside clothes on and no proper blanket.
Without a doubt, the latter option was the only right choice and besides that, the wolf's fur was more than enough to make up for some blanket. Bringing the wolf in closer, she shared some of its warmth, as the wolf nestled in closer. Feeling the wolf's soft breath against her cold skin, Weiss's skin tingled with warmth as she pulled the wolf in closer. Resting comfortably as the wolf pulled closer as well, Weiss slowly drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring her.
Waking up, Weiss was surprised to not feel anything soft or fluffy close to her. In fact, the closest thing she could relate to, was the feeling of skin. But that was impossible! She had gone to sleep with a wolf not someone else! Waking up suddenly she found herself facing the wall and soft… human hands comfortably hugging her chest.
Quickly turning around, she met face to face with a girl no older than 18 sleeping comfortably with tiny wolf ears covering her eyebrows and a soft tail that had wrapped itself around her legs. A girl that was also nude and resting alongside Weiss's body.
Upon recovering from her shock, she screamed and ran out the room as soon as she could.