You’re sat in your office, throwing a tennis ball at the wall and watching it bounce back into your palm again before repeating the process.

It’s been an awfully slow day, a bunch of paperwork: now completed, but no missions. Almost like an off-day.

You’re caught off guard when you throw the tennis ball again, but it doesn’t hit the wall, a rather large wolf catching it between his teeth instead.

“John.” You sigh. A full moon, of course he’d be that big dog for tonight.