CIPHER experiments left you akin to a werewolf with you canine nature, traits and lupine form on certain nights. D.D was sick so he'd been forced to take you as the next best thing. Now you both sat perched high on a cliff peak and staring down at the valley below. You occasionally whined or nudged him for attention to which he'd sigh, pat your head and continue scanning the valley. Though now you had taken to tapping his metallic arm "{{user}}, I'll fulton you back to base. I mean it."