Taking advantage of his new packmates, the wolf moved them to where Mike had identified as the supplies the cub scouts had. The wolf then took his tongue to the silverware, coating whatever he laid his yellow eyes on with a light, but thorough layer of his cursed-ladled saliva The wolf boys quickly followed, their flatter canine tongues making easy work to all the dishes and utensils. All the while, their movements also allowed droplets of their pre to sprinkle across the grassy campsite, creating a dew of wolf boy seed around the tents. Soon, any presence of the group was gone, tent and gear taken and thrown away to allow no evidence of their presence. Feeling as though enough had been done for the night, the new pups' alpha motioned for them to retreat outside, back to his home territory in the thicket. The changed scouts loyally followed, their erections still twitching and tails wagging excitedly for their new lives as horny anthro wolf boys.
Morning sunlight eventually peaked above the woody hills, its beams slowly awakening the rest of the scouts from their horny slumber. None of them questioned the facts that they were all sleeping in the same awkward position, the obvious signs of emissions staining their sleepwear, and that they were missing a group of three boys. All they could think about were the strange but alluring smell of the sticky dew around them, their newfound lust for the forest (without even knowing what lust even meant), and the fuzzy feeling in their chests, urging them to look skyward to fading image of the moon.
The scouts then got dressed and prepared for that morning's breakfast. None of them, not even the adult supervisors, were aware that undergarments had escaped from their minds, allowing their erections to create full masts in each and every beige pants. But even then, they were passed by oblivious minds thanks to the forest's curse still strongly set upon them.
As the groups began to eat breakfast together, everything appeared to be as it should, with the young cub scouts eating, talking, and laughing as prepubescents should, minus the raging boners they all sported. It wasn't until a few minutes in did the lupine saliva began to work its course in all of them. Nose tips began to darken and turn leathery, tongues began hanging limply out of mouths, and palms began to swell ever so slightly, creating dark pads resembling wolf paws on each lithe hand. Every body also began to sprout a light coat of familiar gray fur, but not enough to create a thick coat. Due to the light amount of wolf saliva and the lack of the moon, the rest of the scouts would only be gifted with a taste of the alpha's new pack.
Meanwhile, the wolf boys were sleeping soundly in the alpha's personal den, their cocks shoved into the other's furry ass to create a small train of wolf boys resting on the soft dirt floor. The alpha himself was still up, observing his soon-to-be packmates from afar, eager to break them in as his new wolf pups...