CHOICES
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ANSWERS TO REVIEWS
Mercator: That may be the best review of my writing I have ever had. I'm glad you like it so much; especially as you admitted you weren't too keen on Angua-based fics... I do need to work on my chapter length, though, don't I? I'll try in my next story, I promise.
UltimaDragon7890: Most likely blue, I guess, although people with blonde hair can have green, grey or even brown eyes. So really we'll never know. Anyway, this will be the last chapter, and not really a chapter at that, more of an epilogue. But I'm working on a plot for a sequel as I've gotten so many positive reviews.
Blank Ned: Yup, happy fluffy ending as I said, a sequel is coming, but it might be a while yet as I have a beginning but no plot... I'm your first reviewer? Go me! Hehe, my thanks to you as well for staying with me. That goes for all of you who reviewed right from the beginning, too.
Not your average: Wolf porn? That's too scary for me to even contemplate. I don't intend the extended chapter to go quite that far, I'd just like to say... There are some places even my mind fears to go.
Eridala: Very good point, although wolves' eyes are usually yellow... Still, it's a good point that nobody ever picked up on. Interesting. I may even write to Pterry and just ask him, actually, because it's annoying me now!
Taliara: Yeah, I know, but being full moon and all they couldn't change forms and wolf language seems to be more feeling than words. Plus I doubt I could write convincing dialogue
CHAPTER EIGHT: EPILOGUE
Vimes walked slowly up the stairs towards his office, whistling tunelessly between his teeth and not really thinking about anything much. Passing the landing, he paused and glanced along the corridor of accommodation out of long habit, just to make sure everything looked normal. One door was part way open; counting the other doors, he noticed it was Carrot's room and remembered it had been a full moon last night.
Padding down the corridor, he put his head around the door, intending to see if his captain was awake so he could see if the man was all right; Vimes would be the first to admit he knew little of werewolves and nothing of how they changed shape, so it was worth checking up.
The sight that met his eyes was at first glance a scene of chaos. Closer inspection revealed that the blankets and sheets had been tugged off the bed and piled up in the middle of the floor, and a closer inspection still from the safety of the doorway meant that he saw the fur.
The curtains were drawn and the light inside the room was dim. Waiting a moment to let his eyes adjust, he took another, longer look. Two wolves were curled around each other, fast asleep. Anyone else might have taken them for dogs, but Vimes had seen Angua as a wolf often enough to recognise that pale fur, and there were very few dogs that large with red fur. They had obviously sorted out the situation, and he wisely decided not to say anything; instead he backed out carefully and pushed the door almost closed.
Opening the door to his office, he tried to keep a scowl in place but he found himself whistling tunelessly through his teeth again and grinning like a fool. Although Sam Vimes would sooner have been boiled in oil than admit it, he did have a sentimental streak after all, a fact that he kept very tightly hidden.
END
Well, lovely people, that's that. A short and sweet bit of shameless fluff to round off the story, and another appearance by Vimes just for you. No betas were harmed in the making of this fanfic, so I hope there weren't any problems... A sequel will be coming, but it might be a while yet as I have no title and no plot.
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