There was a loud crash and a yelp followed by a snarled curse and then a whine. Why had she decided to come home for the weekend again? Oh right. Because for some strange reason she had actually thought she'd missed home. What the bloody hell had she been thinking?

"Gerffft...OFF!" LW's voice was muffled against the floor as a rather large red wolf had her pinned to the ground. That would be Torren. Her oldest brother.

"What? No love for you big bro?" He sneered and nipped at her hair. "So tell me bout these boils you been hangin' with? And did I hear something about a pretty ghoul too?"

LW groaned. "What's it to ya? They are my friends." She glared at him. "OFF! N-" Another loud noise, a groan and LW was ready to walk right back out that door.

"What the...Dell! Get off me." Torren growled.

"HI LITTLE WOLFE! HIIII!" And there was the brother just above her in the age line. And where ther was Dell...

"Don't you dare, MOOZ!" LW shouted right as a lean body came barreling down the stairs to join the 'dog' pile. Surprise surprise, he didn't listen.

"C-can't...b-br-breathe!" The she-wolf gasped.

"Wha' in the fawk is goin on out here?" A deep voice drawled. Our little pile was currently in the family room. The larges area in the house aside from the kitchen at least. There was that awkward pause as the middle child of the family, Nightstalker, surveyed the situation. Sniffing could be heard followed by a heavy sigh. "Really now? She barely been back for a full twenty-fer hours. And what be this I hears about you and some boils?"

Oh for the love of... "S-still..." LW heaved at the wolves on top of her with all her might...only to hear the telltale sound of feet scampering along the ground followed by a brief flash of red fur and...

"IRVING NO!" This was shouted in unison as the youngest of the Tamaroc's joined in.

"Skeeeeeeeter!" None of the Tamaroc's really knew why (or where he learned it from) the youngest loved calling his sister Skeeter. But it was his nickname for her and LW thought it was cute.

...Except when she was being suffocated by too many wolves on top of her. Help would be nice. Anytime now. Maybe. "Oo-off..."

"Alright you pains in my a**!" Yet another voice bellowed. "Let yer sister up damnit! Or do I need to grab up the roll of newspaper to use on you pups?" There were some grunts and whines and wolves scampering this way and that. Someone reached out a hand to pull the little she-wolf up into a standing position while she sucked in air and proceeded to turn around and punch whoever had hold of her. Torren. Her fist hit his shoulder and he growled before patting her head. He was a good foot taller than LW. Just like the big man standing in front of them all.

"Torren don't tackle your sister. Little-Wolfe don't punch your brothers. Dell. Mooz. Don't you two have some chores to do? Nightstalker...nevermind." Darmirick Tamaroc. A big wolf you don't want to mess with. His appearance is like those that make LW think of golems. Big muscles. Tall frame and linebacker build. Everything that LW definitely was not. Her father was a prime example of a good werewolf. "Irving..." Her father sighed heavily and shook his head. "Go play."

"But dad...!" Dell and Mooz said together. "We finished our chores! And and..."

"None of that, you whiny pups! Get back to picking the weeds outta the flowerbed." His amber eyes looked at his youngest daughter. "Thought you and yer sister were s'posed to be spendin' some quality time together?"

LW had enough in her to look sheepish as she moved closer to Nightstalker while Irving leaned against her leg, tail wagging behind him. "Umm...well Savannah didn't...want to hang out."

Darmirick shook his head. "Y'know yer momma's gonna be pissed. What did you do to her this time?"

Nightstalker coughed and threw an arm around her shoulders, successfully trapping her. LW shot a dirty look up at his smug grin before meeting those bright amber orbs that made her feel like she was two. "Well...I just thought that she'd like to stick to current trends." The she-wolf shrugged innocently. "Red hair is so last week. The in this week is neon orange hair."

A shrill scream pierced through the house and all the boys winced. LW huddled into Nightstalker's side while Irving jumped and whined, hiding at her feet. Her father raised a large hand to rub at the back of his neck as they heard unintelligible female squealing. He looked back at her with a mixture of amusement and the fatherly look. Glancing back up the stairs and listening to the soft sound of his mate's feet rushing to check on her daughter, the large wolf motioned for his kids to follow him towards the kitchen. Knocking Nightstalker out of the way, he threw his own arm around his daughter and looked down at her.

"Now. What is all this talk about boils?" He asked in that parental tone they try to use to intimidate you.

"And the pretty ghoul friend you got?!" Torren piped up.

And this was only the first night of the weekend! LW made a mental note to herself of not coming home on weekends.