Sort of. The older alphas told stories of the old world wolves getting cursed so that they had to walk upright like men. Not all of them, but enough that there's a lot of us with human faces. It's not something any of us like talking about, because it's pretty upsetting.

If we're not really wolves, and we're not human, what are we? I guess back home, we're the reason why there's werewolf stories at all. I dunno about what it's like where you're from, though. I really miss my ears and tail though. I feel like my head's stuffed in a barrel and I've got cotton up my nose.

Here you go. [She slides a plate over to Annie, the gravy warm to bring out the taste better. Now she wants eggs. She huffs, making herself some scrambled eggs since the pan's hot.]