"May I be turned, and join your pack, please?"
The werewolves looked to their den-mother, who was already considering the request.
"Why?" she asked, brushing her gray whiskers, "You are already more powerful than any one of us."
"I'm... lonely. And," the dragon shuffled his feet bashfully, "...also, I want to be fluffy."
"I'm not sure if you can be turned, but you are welcome to be part of our family even if you're not exactly like us."