Haunted Wood I was a teenage werewolf

The midnight colored wolf did something to make the other go away, something Leo could not see. Well at least there was only one now. These wolves were starting to creep him out, alot. They seemed to be everywhere now and it made him uneasy. Why couldn't they just leave them alone and go domind their own buisness?

 When Peregrine stepped forward, he stepped back, ears straight forward. He didn't want to get into a scuffle with this weird guy. His words were as weird as his actions to. Leo cocked his head to the side, a questioning look in his eyes. "What is a shistain? Is that a word from a weird language or something?" His parents were careful not to curse in frong of him, so he had know idea what Peregrine meant. "Vous êtes un loup douteuse, he said in his mother's language, thinking maybe he would know. "Pouvez-vous parler ma langue?", Leo asked, wanting to make sure.