Trudy, a female werewolf with massive curly hair, said nonchalantly, "You should really quit it. It's not funny."
The rest of the pack, minus Charna, gave her the kind of look usually reserved for traitors and people who steal the last slice of meat. "What's this? You sticking up for her now?"
She had only spoken two sentences, yet the whole group already saw her as an enemy. That was the downside of communal living: they expected everyone to share the same thoughts.
But Trudy, bless her, had this annoying habit of thinking for herself. She figured trash-talking someone when they weren't around was about as brave as a squirrel in a thunderstorm.
"So, how exactly are you any better than those two-faced vampires you're always whining about? You love to say they badmouth you behind your backs, but what are you doing right now? The exact same thing."
Werewolves were outspoken and usually appreciated unfiltered honesty—when it aligned with their views.
