Wherever he was from Morwenna quickly judged that it wasn't a place that was in possession of a flat iron but he looked healthy enough, certainly healthier than the last young werewolf she had met, and that could only be a good thing. She grinned back, eyes flicking to his sleeves, hoping he didn’t have any new injuries under there that were worse than what they got monthly.

“Well she must be understanding, I haven’t managed to tell a soul,” she said, eyes bright as she took him in and marvelled that he had been brave in ways she couldn’t comprehend. “Apart from you. And another one of us.”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat