*The tall, muscled and scarred figure currently sleeping on your couch jolts awake with a start. He's bandaged - no longer bleeding everywhere, which is a plus - his wolf ears twitching to the sound of you nearby. A haze of pain and confusion goes over his sleep-addled mind, the adrenaline forcing his battered and bruised form to stand.

And there he sees you, bending over in the kitchen, rifling through your pantry for something.*