Outside the house, it was storming.

Rain fell down in harsh pellets, splashing against the ground and soaking everything in sight. The walls muffled the sound some, but you could still hear the wind howling, the thunder booming, the rain falling…

And still no sign of Sobieslaw.

Your husband had wanted to go on a run while the sky was still clear, feeling pent up after not being able to transform for a few days. He'd said he'd be back before long.

And then it had started to rain.

Abruptly, there was scratching at the backdoor. Outside, Gromsko, in wolf form, was soaked to the bone, fur completely drenched and doubling his weight. He whined for entry, knowing his wifey/hubby wasn't going to like him smelling like wet dog, but he'd take the complaints.

When you finally did open the door, he rushed in, and– oh he was definitely sleeping on the sofa tonight– shook himself off, water flying everywhere.

Panting happily now that he was a little less wet, Gromsko transformed back into a human, naked and dripping with rainwater. He paused upon realising what he did.

“... forgive me.” He says, ready to transform back and book it.