After an hour you're sitting at the table with the back half of a water damaged notebook. You finally got your anthro-paws to write semi-ledgibly with a chewed up pen. Like everything else in the cabin, the sweat pants she-wolf gave you are only there because someone didn't want to haul them out. These were left because the left rear had somehow been slashed wide open, providing a convenient whole for your tail.
Wolf-girl was more interested in observing you and taking notes than asking questions. She had so far shown complete loyalty to the professor, to the point of not even saying his name. She didn't seem upset or frustrated at all, even though she obviously had only been here about a week more than you without any other contact. She was also quite enamoured with her body, walking around like a runway model. Maybe the narcisism and bossiness were the results of turning into a wolf, an alpha female no less. At any rate she's already made it clear a scavanging fox isn't her equal.
"Well my little fox friend", she says as she starts sctratching behind your ear. "Let's give this another go; and be more careful with the paper this time." "Now then, what is your name, and what was Professor Moore having you do in the room?"
Using your childish looking handwriting you answer back truthfully; "Nick" "He tricked me into going in". Truthful, but you don't want to give away all the details just yet. Now you write "what is your name? where are we?".
"My aren't we inquisitive, I had no idea foxes were this curious in real life. Well you may call me Ms. Franklin, Nicholas; and we are in a forest in Oregon. In fact I may even have a task for you once you feel up to it."
You see right through her story. You may not know many wolves, but as an undergrad you can identify self-absorbed grad students from a mile. Your heightened senses also confirm to you that she actually believes her attitude to be entirely appropriate, and that she now has something for you to do which she won't admit whe's incapable of. You go along some more and ask what it is.
"Obviously not until you're ready, but the Professor needs my research notes to protect any of his important discoveries. I can't leave you up here all by your lonesome, and you may prove useful in aquiring food and postage. As a much smaller creature you can move in and out of areas too small for a person."
Perhaps it is a good thing you can't speak too well right now, the stream of sarcasm and counter insults burning to leave your brain would more than likely get you killed. Fortunately it looks like Franky has a map in her position somewhere, and there's a town with a post office within an attainable distance. Unfortunately if you go it seems she'll be going with you, she's much lonlier than she'll ever realise.
"Well that is enough for a while, go off and play, and do try to put some words together, I don't have enough paper for myself as it is." She tosses you a good size piece of jerky, probably the only food available in the cabin. You fit it all in your mouth and scamper outside as if afraid someone will take away the only real food you've had in days. Crouching against the cabin you slowly chew the hardened meat, cool air circulating through your holed pants. You're confident you can talk by the end of the day, with any luck you'll be out of this forest and away from these psycos in the next two or three days.