crescentmoondemon:

I need werewolf grandmothers who are eight feet tall with thick fur graying around their eyes and muzzles, wearing shawls they knitted themselves because regular old lady shawls just don’t fit their immense shoulders the way they do in human form.

With a slight stoop to her back from standing on two legs and running on all four. Heavily scarred from her rambunctious youth hunting, running, roaming the lonely roads, leading the pack. Now she is content to offer guidance to the younger generations, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have a hunt or two left in her.

She may not be able to run down a buck the way she could at twenty-eight but by golly when one of her grandcubs faces down an angry brown bear in the wilds her claws come back out and she is every bit the alpha she has always been.

Werewolf grandma who nuzzles her adult kids when they come to visit for Christmas and fawns over how big her grandcubs’ paws are. Who cooks a feast of venison and wild hog with herbs from her own garden. Who entertains the local sheriff and his family for dinner on weekends because she saved his father on a hunting accident when he was just a little kid; now he keeps trespassers out of her territory and she teaches his kids how to camp and regales them around campfires with stories about a world their teachers tell them only exists in TV shows.

Just

Werewolf grandmas plz