bitten_notshy: ([spec] blue-eyed wolf)
With Derek still occupied in Beacon Hills, Jack saw no reason not to play lone wolf (as it were) this full moon.

He went as deep into the preserve as he could manage, shedding his clothes and his human worries along the way. The panoply of new sights and scents meant that he barely noticed the pain of the transformation. By the time the golden moon was overhead, Jack was gone and the wolf was in his place.

Far from any path trodden by human feet, Jack threw his head back and howled.

[OOC: Open if you don't mind SP due to sleep!]
bitten_notshy: (Default)
Sometimes, being a werewolf led to annoying errands of a totally unexpected kind.

Today, for example. Several days after the last full moon, Jack had accepted his watch was not at the Community Center, Devil's Nest or the Perk, or anywhere in his house. Which meant it had either gotten stolen, trampled under a rickshaw, or (and he had to admit this possibility was the most likely) it had fallen out of his pocket and gotten left behind in the preserve in his haste to get dressed and go home some morning.

He would have just bought a new watch, but, as this one had been purchased in 1899, it had some sentimental value.

So here he was, prodding under branches with a stick and hoping he'd spot a telltale gleam of gold before the mosquitoes and gnats ate him alive.

It was indeed a glamorous day.

[OOC: For one and NFB, please.]

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