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// Strangers in a Strange Land (Wolfwalkers/Cyberpunk 2077) 
// Story: Sunset's Isekai 
// by Wanderer D 
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Sunset's Isekai
Strangers in a Strange Land (Wolfwalkers/Cyberpunk 2077)
By Wanderer D







"Ugh, I've been to a lot of cities before, but not one that smells this bad," Sunset growled, grimacing as she looked down from the balcony of Ciri's apartment. "And you're pretty high up here, there shouldn't be that much smell, right?"

"I'm not sure that's how it works," Ciri said with a laugh, "although I think you're exaggerating. Night City smells bad, but not much worse than many other cities we've been to, right, Avallac'h?"

The elf shrugged. "Elven cities don't stink."

"Yes they do," both Sunset and Ciri said at the same time. The pair glanced at each other and giggled.

Avallac'h snorted in disdain. "Humans."

"Where?" Sunset asked pointedly, and smirked when the elf looked away uncomfortably. Her smirk didn't last as she started noticing certain things. "Ciri, is it normal to see the scent trails of people in this world?"

Ciri, who had been in the middle of setting up some tea, paused and looked at her. "No. That's not normal in most worlds."

Sunset sighed and glanced at the fading bitemark Rarity gave her earlier. "Great. I think I'm a werewolf."

"Nonsense," Avallac'h said, slumping down on a chair and grabbing a nearby box of variety tea bags. He started shuffling through them as he spoke. "This world barely has enough magic to stay alive, much less create a werewolf."

"Yes, but I'm not from this world, and I was bitten just before crossing the doorway that brought me here."

Ciri and Avallac'h looked at each other, then back at Sunset. A moment later, Ciri was rolling onto her feet at the other side of the room, silver sword in hand, while Avallac'h had backed away and had raised his hands, ready for battle.

"Hey, hey," Sunset said quickly, raising her hands. "Chill! I'm not feeling change-y… the only thing so far is those changes I noticed."

"So… is the one who bit you a werewolf?" Ciri asked, not lowering her sword.

"Not… as far as I know?" Sunset said. "It was Rarity."

"Who?" Avallac'h asked, although Ciri looked, if anything, more worried.

"Why would she, of all things in the multiverse, curse you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, alright?" Sunset replied, sighing. "Anyway, I'm not feeling like I should eat either of yo—hey, no disappointed looks, Ciri! You know what I mean. This is serious!"

Avallac'h groaned and stalked over to the table sitting down again. "This is ridiculous."

"We should still make sure you're contained at least for tonight," Ciri said, sheathing her sword. "Do you think you could enchant the guestroom to keep you inside if you turned feral?"

Sunset sighed. "Sure. Dammit… I was hoping to go look for Robyn tonight." She sat down at the table, selecting a tea bag and allowing Ciri to pour hot water into her cup. "I hope she's doing okay," she muttered, glancing at the sky. They only had a couple of hours of daylight remaining.





"Alright, thanks Rogue." Panam sighed and sat down. "Alright, that's Rogue, El Capitan, Wakako, and Regina Jones," she said. "I'd be surprised if Rogue hasn't heard anything about your missing family by the end of the night, but one of the others surely will know about it."

Robyn's hand went through the stove and she sighed in annoyance at that before facing Panam. "Thank you, Panam. I really don't know what I would do if I wasn't here with you. I'd surely be lost by now."

Panam snorted. "Maybe. But you're a wolf, right? A hunter. A fighter. I'm sure you'd be okay."

"I don't know." Robyn's hand passed through a mug and she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. "This place… this world is so different from the one I know. The technology you have… if you hadn't told me otherwise I would have thought you were talking to the spirits when you called these… fixers."

Panam raised an eyebrow. "I am talking to at least a spirit." Robyn gave her a dirty look, which made Panam chuckle. "But I sort of understand a little of what you're going through with that."

Robyn looked surprised, moving over to sit on the available sofa. For a moment Panam wondered why Robyn could just sit on chairs, but go through other things, but decided it was probably better for her mental health to not question that. It was convenient, and that was that.

Instead, she took a deep breath leaning forward to rest her elbows on her legs, clasping her hands together. She stared at the empty bottle of moonshine on the table, remembering when she and V had finished the thing off, not that long ago.

"I guess I need to explain a little about my people," she said eventually, glancing at her ghostly companion. The young girl had been surprisingly patient, most of the kids back at the camp would have already been whining about having to wait. "Nomad packs were created after we were kicked out of our lands, or dispossessed, or fired by the corporations. Homeless families, carrying only what they could on their wheels eventually started getting together… we had mechanics, teachers, doctors, anything and everyone. A little of everything a city has to offer… and we became families."

She leaned back on the couch, crossing her leg over the other and resting her arms on the head rest. "People in cities like to see us as little more than gangs… because we wear our colors, or fight and die together… but we're not just a gang. We take care of our own. Being a nomad… being an Aldecaldo is having all the brothers, sisters, uncles you could ever want. When I was a kid, our leader Saul would just go out with all of us kids and do crazy sh—stuff just to entertain us.

"When he and Scorpion came back, Mitch taught us how to shoot better; he taught me strategy and tactics. I learned how to fix things, how to take apart and put back together a whole car, how to pilot a hovercraft. We sometimes have to do things that are not… legal, but we're not a group of criminals doing things for money or power… we just try to survive. We get work when we can and well, sometimes that work involves fights."

Robyn nodded. "I understand… I had to break the Lord Protector's law in order to save my… um, mom and sister and the rest of the pack."

Panam smiled. "Exactly. If there had been another way, you would have done it right?"

"I tried!" Robyn said emphatically, nodding her head almost as if she felt that Panam wouldn't believe her. "I tried first to explain that if we let Moll go free, she'd guide the wolves out of the forest… but they didn't listen."

Panam reached over to pat the young girl's shoulder in reassurance, only for her hand to go through her. Coughing uncomfortably, she sat straighter. "I believe you. But, anyway… I guess what I was getting at is that… I grew up with the Aldecaldos. My family was two hundred or so people. We lived on the road, and we never stayed too long in one area. I never got much of a chance as a child to go into any city either… and then I left the family for a while and tried to make a life in that mess over there." She pointed through the window at Night City.

Even for someone like her, who had grown up seeing things like that from a distance, there was so much going on there, so much information to absorb, so many lights, moving objects, giant buildings, insane highways. They were thankfully too far away from it to hear the noises from the city.

"I… it really wasn't for me. I'm glad V talked me out of staying there, to be honest. It's not my world. It's not where I want to be, or where I had any fulfilling connections. The few things that felt familiar were twisted, or used for questionable things. People there get to the point of being more machine than human… there's rogue AIs, violence everywhere, there's almost no trust, no love, no friendship…" She trailed off, snorting at her words. Panam shook her head. "I was glad to be back… to go back home." She looked up at the young girl and smiled. "So not exactly, but I have an idea."

Robyn smiled back. "Thank you. It does make me feel better."

"Anyway," Panam said after a few moments of silence. "We're here, away from everything… and I don't think we'll get news tonight." She cleared her throat. "So… what's going to happen to me?"

"Hm." Robyn hummed. "I think it's easier if you just go sleep. I'll be here for you when you wake up."

Panam sighed and stretched on the sofa. "I think you're keeping things from me."

Robyn smiled. "I am. But it'll be easier this way. And don't worry, you won't be alone."





The world was completely black. Then, slowly, color came into it. Waves of light—red, pink, blue, purple—twirled into it, converging into ghostly shapes that seemed familiar, and yet weren't. Things like a sofa, but with hints of others sitting there. She could see a ghostly version of herself, lying down. She could see a human shape next to her, a bit superimposed, where V had sat. But what was she… she looked into her eyes, and she looked back and suddenly she scrambled back, yelping a bark as her hindlegs slid on the old carpet and she fell flat on her butt.

She looked as the smells and ghostly shapes faded into an aura of sort around everything around her. She stared at her paws, and turned around to see a fluffy tail. And then there was another creature there… younger than her, a grey wolf with blue eyes.

"Hello, Panam."

"Y-you…" The voice was familiar and calming. She took a deep, panting breath, and stared at the other wolf as she circled her. "Wow, you're… well, you look really strong!"

Panam carefully stood on her paws. It was natural. There was no struggle to really communicate her brain's instructions to her body, as she had feared. She walked around the room, looking at things with her new perception.

"Now that you're a wolf, you're much more sensitive to smell," Robyn said, unnecessarily, since she could smell everything. Yuck. "But that's not all," the girl continued. "If you close your eyes… the smells will show you what and who is around you. Your ears can catch the smallest of sounds…"

Panam could hear them. Mice and other small creatures that had survived in the wastelands around the city.

"And your paws can detect vibrations much easier than your human body," Robyn said.

The reminder made Panam turn to face her body. "Wha-how do I get back?"

"When you're ready, just touch your body with your nose or paw and wish yourself back in," Robyn said, "but for now, why don't we go run outside? I've been trapped in this place and the tent and the car all day!"

Panam glanced at the windows, where one was open. "I-I don't know."

"Oh, come on," Robyn said, shaking her tail excitedly. "You haven't lived until you've been a wolf!"

Standing next to the younger wolf—and her own human body—gave Panam a rough idea of her own size. And she was big. Much bigger than Robyn, she could probably carry her own human body without much problem. She whined, glancing from her body to the open window, where the wind brought sounds of so many things she didn't even know were there!

"Fine."

She didn't know wolves could grin like that, or at all for that matter, and had she been told wolves could smile like children in a candy store, she'd laughed at whoever told her that and called BS. But Robyn had proven her wrong. And it was really, really hard not to feel just as excited as she took a leap through the window, following a ghost girl-turned wolf that had bitten her and turned her into some sort of werewolf into the cold night.

And it was really, really hard not to bark happily as they found a rabbit and chased the poor creature all around the camp. And it was also hard not to laugh. It was hard not to play tackle, or play hide and seek with with Robyn. And it was nigh-impossible to not howl at the moon and hear the occasional coyote or stray yelp in the distance.

So she didn't even try not to do it.


To be Continued…