what even is this

“Alright, listen up, pupper. If you can’t slam with the best, you’ve at least gotta learn to jam with the best.”

The especially fluffy Garou carried a boom box into the clearing that her lupus brother in law was seated in. He seemed very confused at this strange Weaver technology, and boofed a bit.

“No, you don’t understand, the boombox is completely necessary. Now I need you to shift for me. Homid, please.”

Boof.

“I know you’re not wearing clothes, you think I care? I’ve seen so many cocks I might as well live at a sausage festival. Point is you need to learn how to fight like a people.”

There he went. It would be a bit of a stretch to say he got less furry upon changing over – supple wolf pelt merely became a thorough coating of dark brown body hair across copper-brown skin. He looked rather wolfish even in human form, that gleam in his honey eyes still there even after shifting.

“Good!” His trainer cracked her knuckles and pushed her cinnabar hair out of her face and gazing back at him with an equal fire in her clear blue eyes. “I’ll give you some time to adjust. Trust me, buddy, you can’t just wolf out in the middle of town. That’s bad.”

“I still don’t see the point of this. Don’t dog attacks happen all the time?”

“Yes, and that usually gets the dog put down. You don’t want to deal with animal control, do you? You wouldn’t want to get Middy in trouble.”

“I guess not...”

“Great! You’ll be fighting like a man in no time.” She flipped a switch on the boombox, and a song began to play.

“Let’s get down to business, to defeat, the Huns...”