So I see quite a few werewolf stories and they’re either the bloodthirsty sort or simply a shape shifting comrade.
Thanks to a few gags about petting a scene came to mind involving the accidental petting of a friend during a sleepover that revealed a secret or two. I wound up with a kind of backdrop and/or history stewing in my mind involving different sects of werewolves.
The very beginning is a blank slate but the first werewolves refused their wolfish natures as hard as they could and kept improving on ways to keep their wolf form bound in their homes.
One day a very odd human discovered one and convinced them to loosen up. In their diary they recorded how the wolf simply wimpered in its bindings instead of thrashing as much as its kin did. The divide was sometime after.
Those who still try to behave “properly” have dubbed themselves the Werewolf Association of Dignity. Not that they’d tell a human the full name.
Those who embrace their wolfish nature in society at least enough to look like the biggest friends ever… haven’t got any special title.
Those who attract a lot of staring but otherwise still manage to live in society have been dubbed “the domestic”. Usually it’s a joke but there are those who treat it like some badge of pride.
Then there are those that are trying to be full wolves for some reason or other. Their success is up to interpretation.
Refusing the wolf side too much for too long is actually what causes the horror stories to come true if that wasn’t clear already.