The credits scrolled, and Damon returned to reality. He stretched his arms.
"You missed a good movie!" he called out to no one there.
11:00. Too soon for bed, and besides, he was hungry. He rose from the recliner and ambled across the apartment. Kyle's door was closed of course, so he knocked.
"I'm thinking of going out. You interested?"
Just as Damon was about to walk away, Kyle provided the first of several surprises.
"Sure, why not."
"Whoa, really? Awesome! You wanna transform? I can bring along the Frisbee."
"Yeah, but don't bother with the Frisbee."
"Cool, I'll get ready!"
Damon slipped off his socks and smiled as his feet disappeared under thick sepia fur. Large claws poked out almost absurdly, and pads pushed him another inch closer to the ceiling. He bounced back and forth, anticipating a night out with his old friend.
Finally, Kyle's door creaked open, and Kyle tiptoed out looking more like a Pomeranian than a wolf. Behind one ear was a feather.
"What's with the feathe