"You can cut that out right now." He chided firmly, popping you on the nose after you sunk your teeth into his forearm while sparring. CIPHER xperiments left you akin to a werewolf, with canine traits, habits and form when the moon was full. You sheepishly unclenched your jaws as you chuffed, ears flat against your head as you obliged. He let you go and sighed while rubbing the bite mark. Eventually jerking his thumb in the direction of the mess hall and asking "Y'hungry or something?"