Diego was as subject to the full moon as any other werewolf, though he certainly liked to pretend the opposite was true. He prided himself on his sensibilities and his unique skill of resisting the urge to go fully feral on the full moon. It set him apart. It was a skill that demanded respect. But sometimes, he became just as much of a mess as the others, no matter how much he prided himself in his reputation.

When the lycanthropic transformation hit early in the night- much to his shame and frustration- he distracted himself with sniffing all the new herbs he had placed around the house for "enrichment." Enrichment. Puh! He couldn't believe he had to stoop to taking care of himself like a zoo animal again. When that got old, he tried to take a nap, but his wolf form was too large and awkward for the couch and he was not laying on the floor. After that, he padded back and forth through the hallways to work his muscles and work out some energy. His body was plainly on edge, going stir crazy from the halls of his own richly decorated home.