A Foundling?

The woods were dark that night and only slits of the moonlight above shone through the thick canopy as the members of the pack sat down around a fire. There were twenty of them, all in their human form; they look as if they were just a normal bunch of people camping in the woods. Except that there were no tents pitched nearby, and if you happen to look closely in their eyes...because the moon is nearing its full, their eyes are more wolf-like than human.

"So what brings us here?" A short, stocky man asked the rest.

"Let's just wait for Jeremiah," a woman replied. She had lustrous copper waves that fell just above her shoulders. Just as one of them howled, long and loud, a tall figure emerged from the shadows.

"Good evening, my pack," Jeremiah addressed the group. His salt-and-pepper hair shone in the firelight. He had a dignified build-his height was above average; it was easy to imagine him as a sleek wolf hounding his prey. "I brought you here because I have received a report of a werewolf sighting nearby."

A collective gasp was heard from the pack. Jeremiah continued,

"For seventy years there has been no werewolf that does not belong to our pack that is seen here. We know our numbers are dwindling. The good thing is, the individual is a female and displays alpha qualities."

The short stocky man addressed their pack leader. "What do we know about this werewolf? She might be just a rogue one. Or her genes might not be strong enough..."

"We shall now start getting information about her. Any idea what she looked like?" the woman with the copper hair asked.

"We have a CCTV video of her. We'll also be scouring social media to reveal her identity We'll trace her, her family and her bloodline. Let's hope this foundling is now the key to make sure our pack survives more generations."