Life sucks, you know?

One minute, you're sitting down after dinner, pipe in hand, ready to wind down for the day with your favorite substances of choice.

The next, you're waking up stuck in wolf form.

Bobby Hawk had woken up at dawn in some old, abandoned, run down pile of stone and old bedding. It had been lived in, once, it looks like. Years ago. He woke up with his pipe in his maw, thank god, but everything else? Gone. All his hard work, all his canning, all his tools, all his ammo.

Gone.

That was a problem for later, the very first problem was he couldn't shift back.

That was supposed to be the point of being a werewolf! The dual perks of a man, with the survivability of the wolf when things got tough.

Bobby Hawk had tried for hours to turn back, standing there, focusing on every muscle and looking for all the world like he was trying to vibrate out of his skin.

He was still standing there, in place, tensing and relaxing before tensing again, a quiet growl escaping his teeth as he grit them together.

It WILL work! It will!