Problem and Solution

Angela gets into the issue, “I'm like, gonna forget how to do all that junk?” She frowns, “I don't mean like junk, I totally mean like…”

Benjamin Maddox Beaux rolls his eyes, “I am aware of the side effects of my own power. I know exactly what you meant. Suppressing such things is part of why I learned meditation myself. I am not even slightly offended.”

The woman blinks, still keeping her pose, “Right, but like… I don't know how to do that myself.”

“Oh, that's not problem, I can send you some books, instructional records…” Benjamin begins.

“Like, am I gonna be able to turn pages when I'm four meters tall?” She giggles, “or like, who has a record player in this day and age?”

That gives the good doctor pause, “...and I suppose links to some UsTube videos wouldn't help, as you can't exactly work your phone when your hands are furry and end in six inch claws that can rend steel.”

Angela giggles, “Yeah, and like, how many instructors are there who won't like, head for the hills when I totally show up having a bad day and junk?”

Dr. Beaux buries his dainty face in his slender fingers, “I can only think of one.”

“Also, like…” the woman looks away, “...you're hotter than anything, beautiful, sexy, confident, kind, powerful, and junk…” she bites her luscious lower lip.

Benjamin considers, “I can't stay too long, I need to get back to my practice in the United States….”

The woman looks back at the doctor, “I can like, get my Electronic System for Travel Authorization, that's totally no problem,” Angela beams, “I can like, get a longer-term visa during the, what, like three months that lasts?”

The doctor frowns, “You seem really eager to leave everything behind….”

“I like, totally remember everything I did when the wolf was in charge,” she cringes, “do you think Germany recognizes lycanthropic infection as, like, a valid excuse for stealing cattle, killing the ranchers that totally just wanted to defend their livelihood, eating like, four THUNDER agents,” she shudders, “and ripping apart a Heer squad…” she pauses, “like, I think the English word is ‘Army’?”

The doctor tilts his head, triggering a cascade of waves in his own blonde hair, “I can see how you might want to get gone, yes….” He sighs, “Fine. I have some spare rooms… and a charter jet on standby to take me home, so I can save you the flight expense too,” by putting it on THUNDER's bill.

The woman squeals and tackles the doctor, their big boobs squished between them, “Like, thank you thank you thank you!” and begins showering him with kisses… which soon become licks, as the woman again turns into her wolfish form.

“So horny does it too, huh?” Benjamin laughs, “Fine, I'll get you off…” That ends up taking a while, but after that and another meditation session, Angela is back in her human shape. Still nude, though.

“Well, ready to break camp?” Benjamin smiles after they're all done.

“I like, think so,” the woman sighs, “Umm… got some like, spare clothes?”

It's the doctor's turn to cringe, “You already wrecked the robe I brought for the purpose, and we're different sizes.”

The woman takes a breath, “It's like fine… just totally take me home Like, as long as we don't get pulled over, we're totally fine. Even at that, like, public nudity in inappropriate places is just a civil fine here as long as I don't do anything else, duh.”

Dr. Beaux nods, “All right then….”

Breaking camp goes quickly enough, as it's a camp for one and they have two people working on it. After they have everything in Benjamin's pack, they get going.

Five minutes in, Angela shakes her head, “Do you like, have spare shoes? My feet are totally like, killing me.”

The doctor pauses, “No, I didn't think to grab any from your house.”

The not quite a werewolf develops an impish smile, tilting her head to the side and looking at the doctor, “Got a rope in that pack?”

Ten minutes later, the doctor is riding on top of a horse-sized wolf-woman, holding tight to a saddle improvised from rope and the doctor's sleeping bag, shouting out directions as the woman races at breakneck speed through the woods, hills, and mountain terrain back to the doctor's rented car, arriving in much less time than it took the doctor to hike to his campsite.

At the car, the doctor pauses, “You're much faster than the car. Are you up for…” He trails off, as Angela just casually picks up the car in one hand. The doctor continues with “Okay then…”

The pair goes slightly slower due to Angela needing a hand free to carry the rental car (and thus, not being able to use all four limbs for running), but she still beats the local speed limits, and doesn't need to follow the roads at all. Soon enough, they're in front of Diana and Victor's house.

Diana is the first out the door, speaking in flawless German (which the doctor's glasses translate), “Oh my baby! What did you do to your hair!”

As Angela sets the car down gently and looks away sheepishly, Benjamin turns the active translation back on for his phone, “It's a side effect of the treatment to cure her madness… which was successful, I might add…” he pauses, “but THAT is your chief concern? The color of her HAIR?”

“I knew the rest from the news,” the woman scowls at the doctor as Angela gently sets the car down, “I was prepared for no clothes on my giant wolf daughter. Just not for the loss of her lovely raven tresses. That it wasn't entirely by choice is some comfort.”

Victor is next out the door, carrying a suitcase, already loaded and closed, “We can say goodbye over the international spiders. Right now, you need to leave before the police arrive. Do you have a place to go?”

“We already planned for me to…” Benjamin starts, cursing the translation software.

“I don't want to know specifics,” Victor talks over the translator, “The police are coming to interview us about where our daughter might be hiding out, and I am not good at lying. Our neighbors have very good sheep, but that will only work for so long. Go.”

Benjamin opens the door to the rental car, Victor shoves the suitcase in, and shortly thereafter the pair is on their way again….