John just stood there, dumbfounded. Was that why the other fox was wearing a collar earlier? Were werefoxes... werewolf's pets...? John currled his bushy tail around nervously, hugging it gently as he shivered not from the could, but from the thought of being a werewolf's piece of property.
As he thought this over, the door opened again. The werewolf who stepped through it this time looked... different. Not only was he wearing clothes, he was wearing a pair of thick, black framed glasses. "Yip...?" He was... a werewolf nerd!?
The werewolf padded in, looking at John momentarily before heading over to one of the urnials. John let out a sigh of relief, for once someone came to this bathroom not to have their cock sucked. He still found himself sniffing the air gently though. This wolf smelled nice and friendly. This realization cause John to tilt his head, he was smelling people's personalities off their sent? Weird...
The werewolf padded over to the sink next to John, washing his paws. He glanced over to John, raising a bushy brown eyebrow, "You alright boy?"
John blinked, shaking his head left and right, "Yip..."
The wolf stopped, quickly drying his paws off, "What's wrong boy? Hey, where's your collar?"
John flinched at the collar remark. "Yip, I um... I don't have one sir..." John couldn't believe he through the sir in. Yip, this fox business was getting to his head.
"You don't have one? Are you a stray...?" The wolf crossed his arms, raising his eyebrow again.
"Yip! I err, I um... well you see..." John's ears flopped down nervously.
The wolf chuckled, "Let me guess... your third suck was on that pet fox that Sam has help around the lanes here?"
John nodded, "Yip, um, I think so..." Damnit, he couldn't even stop yipping...
The wolf leaned down, patting John on the head gently. Arf... now THAT felt nice at least... "That's one hell of a way of getting introduced to being a were kid. If you go out there as a stray, those wolves will probably tear you a new one."
John let out a high pitched whine, "Arf, what should I do sir?"
The werewolf started to take the belt off his pants, adjusting his glasses on his muzzle. "Arf, what's your name fox?"
John instantly yipped, "John sir!" without even thinking about it.
"John 'eh?" The werewolf leaned down, quickly attaching his belt around John like a collar and leash, "Arf, well John, you don't have to worry about them treating you baddly because you're a stray. You now belong to me. Ruff, and I promise I won't let them do anything bad to you."
"Yip!?" John looked up at the wolf, not sure what to say except... "Yip! Yes Master!"