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It was 3 in the morning. I was laying in bed when I heard a strange howling noise outside. Springing awake, I decided to go downstairs and investigate the origin of the noise. I checked most of the windows and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary but then the strange howl filled the air again. Looking outside the front window, I saw what appeared to be a hunched over figure sitting on the bench on the walkway to my group home. It was about the same height as me, 5 foot 4 and appeared to be covered in fur.

Common sense told me to run away from this creature and call animal control yet at the same time, I could sense a strange sadness to the beast. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the front door and set out to confront whatever this thing was. As I got to the front of the bench, I got a much clearer image of the creature. It appeared to be a werewolf. The only article of clothing it wore was a sleeveless open blue vest and it had a long, furry snout which had visible tear tracks that led from its eyes to its nose. Apparently, the poor thing had hung its head and cried in between howls. It also had a big, bushy tail. It was clearly more beast than human and appeared to be male.

"Hey......are um...........you okay?"

The creature lifted his head and gazed into my eyes with piercing yet beautiful supernatural silver eyes. Much to my surprise, he opened his mouth and spoke, "No. I....I'm afraid not. Y......you see. Everyone is scared of me because I look so beastly. My sharp fangs and claws always scare people off so I'm always alone."

"What's your name?" I asked, now feeling comfortable enough to sit next to him.

"Kurt. That's Turkish for wolf." Kurt replied, "It's fitting, considering I am a werewolf. I........um......guess you could say that I'm a permanent form werewolf. I come from a long line of werewolves and while we kept human intelligence and speech, we became more beastly appearence-wise."

"That's very interesting." I replied, "It just so happens that my own name is Kurt as well. I've never met another Kurt before in my life."

I reached up and petted Kurt on top of the head, scratching him behind his ears as if he were a dog. He chuckled a bit in response, wagging his tail, "Neither have I. So is your name spelled with a K or a C?"

"K." I replied, continuing to pet this suddenly adorable werewolf.

"So is mine!" Kurt grinned happily, giving me a nuzzle and a lick on the cheek as if he was a dog.

The werewolf laughed in joy for a good couple of minutes before he abruptly stopped as he remembered why he was crying in the first place. Kurt's ears wilted in sadness and his beautiful silver eyes filled up with tears. A soft whimper escaped him and he blinked rapidly, trying to fight the urge to cry. "What's wrong?" I asked, placing a hand on his furry back.

"I just wish everyone wasn't so afraid of me." Kurt whimpered softly as he bowed his head, a few warm tears running down his snout and forming a large, salty drop which balanced on the tip of his nose. Having no tissue or handkercheif on me, I leaned forward and licked Kurt's tears directly off his nose with my tongue before the drop had a chance to hit the ground. A strange gesture, yet comforting in a canine way. I could see a blush spread across his furry face.

"I think you're adorable, not scary at all." I replied, petting the top of Kurt's fluffy head again.

"You.....think so?" Kurt brightened up, his big bushy tail starting to wag.

"I'm not running away, am I?" I replied, scratching under Kurt's chin.

"I guess not." Kurt replied, his leg kicking out in response to me scratching his chin.

For the next couple of hours we talked with each other about music and cartoons. Kurt was a pretty smart werewolf although he was slightly naive in regards to most pop culture.

Finally, Kurt rested his head on my shoulder and nuzzled me a bit. I smiled at him, "There's no way I'd run away from something as cute and sweet as you are. You're such a precious cinnamon roll."

In response to this, the werewolf's eyes welled up again but this time with tears of joy. Kurt felt a salty tear trail down his muzzle. Once again, the tear made its way onto his nose because of the way his head was angled, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Most of the other werewolves think I'm too gentle and soft while most humans are afraid of me. It's so nice to finally have a friend."

Kurt nuzzled my face and as he did so, the tear rolled off his nose and onto my lips. I tasted it with my tongue and it had a pleasantly salty sweetness to it. All I could really do at that point was just hug Kurt back and cuddle him for a bit. He was so fluffy, warm and soft. After a while, we broke away and Kurt smiled at me, "Well, I might as well get going. Us werewolves are nocturnal so we usually sleep during the day. And after all that crying, I'm pretty tired."

I checked the clock on my iPod and it read 5:30 AM, "Man, time really DOES fly. It's almost sunrise!"

"I guess I'll see you later, Kurt. I'm just so glad that I found someone who finally understands me." Kurt waved at me. I waved back and watched as the cryptid departed to the trail beside my house. With nothing else to do, I returned to my house and walked up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I opened my closet and put on a nice shirt for work. I smiled as I looked out the window. As tired as I was, I was glad to have met such a wonderful creature.