Werewolf Cleaning

Once they were done with dinner, with the pots and bowls all washed, Christen and Fenris sat by the fireplace in silence. An awkward silence, especially for Fenris, who watched his mate stare at the fire sparks.

‘So yeah… What am I supposed to do in this case?’ he wondered.

Unlike the human world, the werewolf world is quite being in technology. Even if he does transport things such as television or video games here, that would be useless, as electricity has yet to make itself known as a source here. Gaining that from the city was one matter, but in an area filled with nature? He did not know where to start with that. Not only that, but as this was a cabin solely made as a lookout spot or a checkpoint area to the Krawler werewolves stationed at the site, there was barely anything that can be used to pass time here. No books, no board games, not even a deck of cards to play with.

‘Damn it. I did not think this far,’ he thought, feeling a bit discouraged by the awareness. ‘I want to be