You decide to stick around, as this WAS your wish. The werewolves in the Howling movies were more concerned with creating more werewolves than actually killing anyone, for the most part, assuming that they liked them. You just hope that at least one of them likes you enough not to kill you.
"So, do you ladies work anywhere?" you ask.
"I write," said the redhead, "I used to freelance for magazines, but that was a while ago. Now I'm just trying to get a book finished. It was Marsha that convinced me to follow my heart and get out of the rat race." She looked over at Marsha, and they exchanged a knowing glance, sharing a smile.
"I'm a photographer," said Justine, "I'd been doing some pretty mundane shit, you know, like wedding photos and the like. Now I'm working on a project that I want to do. Marsha convinced me to follow my heart as well." She smiled at Marsha in the same manner that Lisa had earlier.
"I simply help people," said Marsha, "I show them the path that leads them to happiness, freedom, and give them a newfound strength."
"So," you ask Marsha, "Where do you think my path lies, then?"
"All in good time," she responds cryptically, staring off into the sky, in the direction of the setting sun, "All in good time. She gets up, picking up a few stray pieces of firewood and throws them in the firepit, expertly starting a fire. "Would you care to stay longer with us?"