Where (is the) wolf?

"Good morning, Boys and Girls!" A peppy blonde woman called out as she stepped through the doorway of the animal shelter's kennel, turning on the lights as a chorus of barking erupted from the cages. "Hopefully today will be the day for one of you little sweethearts! But first..."

The blonde hummed to herself as she grabbed a clipboard from the wall and walked down the hall, glancing left and right at each cage. "Let's see. Dalmatian? Check! Doberman? Check! Afghan? Check! Basset hound and pups? Check! Irish wolfhound? Check! Naked woman asleep in one of the cages? Check! Old English Mastiff? Check! Old English Sheep-"

The Blonde froze in place as she finally realized what she had just listed off, turning back with a shocked expression to see a naked brunette woman her age begin to stir awake before letting out a yawn and sitting up, rubbing her still closed eyes.

"Don't tell me Peterson got another dumb mutt..." The Brunette muttered in annoyance as she sat up and placed her head in her hands, opening her eyes.

The Brunette's eyes suddenly widened in horror as she screamed and fell backwards onto the concrete floor.

"Where the hell am I?!" She screamed before looking down, letting out another scream as she covered her breasts with her hands and crossed her legs. "Where the hell are my clothes?!"

The Brunette finally laid eyes on the stunned blonde woman and scowled. "You! Where am I?! Why am I naked?! What am I doing here?!"

"O-okay..." The Blonde responded, having found her voice again. "You are at The Springwood Animal Shelter. As for your other questions, I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know?!" The Brunette snapped as she got to her feet, grabbing the bars of the kennel.

"Don't yell at me!" The Blonde said sternly. "I don't know how you got here or why you're naked! All I know is that the animal control guys tranquilized and brought in a large, unidentified dog they found roaming the suburbs which we placed in this kennel, and now you're standing where it was! If anything, I should be calling the police on you for breaking and entering, Ms. ... Uh..."

"Fiona." The Brunette introduced, trying to calm herself down. "Look, Ms. ..." She looked at The Blonde's name tag, "Penny. I need to -" she paused momentarily before asking, "How large?"

"I actually thought they were bringing in a small bear when I first saw it." Penny responded, "And hoo boy! Was he the ugliest mutt I ever laid my eyes on. I mean, all dogs are beautiful in their own way, but this thing..."

"Actually, I think I saw that dog before..."

"Yeah, when you broke in starkers for some reason."

"No!" Fiona snapped in annoyance, "I was on vacation in London for a week when I hit a dog that look just like it on my way back to the airport."

Penny gasped in a mixture of horror, disgust, and sadness. "You hit a doggie?!"

"Calm down! It survived." Fiona said, rolling her eyes. "But when I tried to help it, the ungrateful mutt bit me! See?"

Fiona gestured down to a small bite mark on her calf, causing Penny to wince. "Well, it was more of a nip, but still."

"Okay, but what does you seeing a dog in London that looked like the same dog here..." Penny trailed off before gasping, "Oh my gosh! Y-you're a... A... A... A werewolf!"

"'A were-'? No I am not!" Fiona snapped, slapping her forehead in frustration. "Werewolves are from movies and TV shows! They're not real! I was only asking because I thought it was a strange coincidence is all."

"Then how did you end up in here like this with no memory of last night?" Penny argued, "And where did the dog go?"

"Obviously I was **** by some creep and placed in here while they stole the dog in question as some kind of joke!"

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"Hey! Makes more logical sense than 'Werewolf'!" Fiona spat, "Now get me out of here and get me some clothes!"

"Maybe we can check the footage from the security cameras and -"

"Fine, fine! But let me out first, you blonde bimbo bitch!"