Kallias hissed quietly as you poured alcohol on his arm, "You should see the other guy." Of course he'd gone out on the night before the full moon, and gotten in a fight with another werewolf. They always got a little aggressive around this time of the month.

"It was just a street fight," And the other guy had happened to pull a pocket knife on him. "Can I have a cigarette?" He was already reaching for a pack, he'd cut back his smoking to only when he's stressed.

It was better than nothing.