Arrival at the Refuge
It was a good thing there weren’t any other were-cats here, but Stan knew that could change any day. Given that the refuge apparently had a new policy of sending were-creatures directly to the feral area, Stan had better make sure Dipper could fight for himself if that unlikely situation arose. Not that Dipper didn’t have enough to worry about inside this so called refuge…
It was only a paragraph. Very stingy information about what was going on with his grand nephew. He had to assume that Dipper had no different weaknesses than other therianthropes, and that he would have difficulty control himself on the full moon as well. However there was a blurb on the therianthrope page about some subjects with strong willpower learning to control themselves under the rays of the full moon…interesting.
Sensitive ears picked up the sound of the kid’s feet pattering on the cave floor, and Stan shoved the book back onto the shelf. He stuck his head out of the cave he was in and observed the distressed boy come running in. Dipper was still bleeding and it looked like he hadn’t managed to wash his wounds at all. Stan recognized a shadow on his face- he saw that Dipper was ready to give up.
Maybe Stan was being too hard on him. Every once in a while, it was good to have something soft to land on before rock bottom hit.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the wall outside Dipper’s cave. Stan poked his head in “Rise and shine, Kitty-Dip!” He strolled into the room like he owned the place instead of it being just his overly furnished prison cell. He had with him a bucket of warm, sterile spring water which he set on the floor. “Come on kid, wash up!” He growled “I’m not gonna have you getting your kitten blood all over my furniture!”
There was also a sealed bandage in the crook of his wing. It wasn’t much- Dr. Madan had given it to him when he had been bitten by that damned manticore. Of all the doctors here, Madan was probably the best. The only guy who seemed to really give a damn about the monsters here without asking for something in return.
"Come on, let me see those scratches. Hell, yeah!" He exclaimed, "What did you do, try to climb the silver barbed wire? Well! You do have fight in ya, don’cha?” And for a moment, the dragon was brimming with pride.
Dipper was just pretty much about to give up… As far as he knew, he’d never see the outside of Gravity Falls again, let alone his home… He was surrounded by monsters far more dangerous than he was, he was treated like a prisoner even though he hadn’t hurt anyone, he was stuck with painful transformations every month for the rest of his life… He looked up from his pillow at his hands, flexing his fingers a little and wincing, hissing quietly under his breath.
He was about to hug the pillow closer to himself and bury his face in it when Stan suddenly burst in, making the werecat jump, his tail puffing up. He frowned at the kitty comment. Did he really just burst in here for the sake of more mockery? Before he could say anything in response, however, Stan had placed the bucket down for him to wash his hands, and unfolded his wing to reveal some fresh bandages.
The werecat scooted to the edge of his bed, raising his eyebrows as he glanced from the pail of water to the old dragon. “Uh… thanks,” he said quietly, his voice still a little rough from his screaming earlier. He moved over to kneel by the pail, taking off his old, dirty bandages, revealing the wounds to the dragon. He winced again as the warm water met the cuts and burns, but it the pain faded quickly. And honestly, Stan’s change of tone actually did cheer him up a little. “Heh… Yeah, I kinda tried to pull the gates back open…” he admitted. Climbing might’ve been involved too, he was so mad that he blacked out a little bit.
Once he’d gotten his fresh bandages on, he was pretty much ready to pass out for the night… It wasn’t even completely dark outside, the sun starting to set when he’d ran back into the cave, but the young werecat was exhausted after the long trip here, and everything that happened after he arrived. He sat back, blinking and rubbing at his eyes. “I… think I should get some sleep,” he said, finally.
A quick goodnight later, the boy climbed back onto the oversized bed, kicking off his shoes and sliding under the covers. He was asleep in minutes…