"That probably wouldn't work."

"Sorry, that won't work," Jean says shaking her head at last. "The Government would throw us all in a lab to be studied and we wouldn't do well in captivity. Not only that but I am sure they would separate you and I and I couldn't bear that, it would drive me insane." Jean says, and you nod as you listen to her argument. If they tried to separate you and Jean, you would go completely SPARE. If you did, they would probably end up putting you down to keep you from killing people trying to get to her; so going back to civilization is RIGHT OUT. But then you have another idea that would make going back to civilization MUCH easier and would mean that you wouldn't have to worry about being tracked.

"Jean, I think you are wrong about that. There IS a way that we can go back to civilization."

She looks at you as if you have grown a second head. You pet her fur gently as you begin to explain what you have in mind.

"We need only go completely human. We are essentially werewolves. What's to stop us from becoming fully human in appearance? We control our transformation into full canines. I don';t see why we couldn't go fully the other direction as well."

She thinks for a few moments before responding.

"I don't think it is possible. I have never tried it before. None of the pack have either. I'm not even sure it would be safe to try such a thing."

"I would be willing to volunteer to try."

"NO," she growled in a tone which clearly indicated she would not allow it. "I do not want to lose my new mate the same day I found...uh, him."

You hug her tightly as you are still getting used to being someone's mate. You start to think a bit more about the situation you find yourself in and mull over the possibilities. While you think of lots of things you could do, none of them seems either practical or possible. Finally, you come up with a solution that should work. You turn to Jean and kiss her nose gently as you start to speak.

"What about telling people we are fursuiters?"

"Fur-what?"

"Fursuiters."

"What pray tell is a fursuiter?"

"A fursuiter is a furry who likes to wear a fursuit."

"Ok. Two things. What the hell is a furry? What in the world is a fursuit?"

"A furry is what we have become; a person who considers themselves an animal or likes animals with human qualities."

"Uh...huh. That is...certainly odd."

"Is it odder than shemale lycanthropes?"

"I suppose not."

"Anyway, a fursuit is a piece of...clothing...that is worn by a furry in order to better reflect their 'fursona'."

"And what is a 'fursona'?"

"That is a combination of the words 'fur' and 'persona'. And before you ask, it is what animal the furry considers their 'true' self."

"So...you are suggesting we tell people that we are wearing these 'fursuits' when they ask why we look like half-wolf people?"

"Yes."

"And when they ask us why we never take them off?"

"We simply tell them, we prefer to wear them at all times."

"Uh...huh. Well, I guess that could work for a little while until we figure out a better way of dealing with the humans we will encounter."

"Let's go tell the pack what we have decided."

Jean disentangles herself from you and helps you to your paws. Unzipping the tent flap, you and she walk over to where the other wolves have been eating and call them all to attention. You begin to explain the situation and the solution you came up with. A few of the wolves look a bit confused. Mostly the reaction is...