With a sad whine, Il woke up on her dozing mother's lap. The girl nuzzled her hand and grunted in displeasure, complaining about the nasty werewolves. Something in her stomach tumbled and she howled in horror.

"Hush, my dear," the woman whispered, rubbing Il's furry cheek. - I'm near.

The room is alien - thick carpets on the floor, dark wood paneling on the walls, thick heavy curtains on the windows, and a terrible chandelier made of deer antlers on the ceiling. Il growled in displeasure, looking at the ugly bra.

“I was also worried when I carried you under my heart,” the mother smiled affectionately at the astonished she-wolf....