Micheal glanced outside of the window, looking up at the moon not full. Even at this time the Wolf wanted to come out, wanted to kill and dismember. Micheal sub consciously placed his hand on the window and ran it down it's soft glassy surface, a sudden interest came to him. Still looking up at the moon Micheal glanced at the clear water pond outside that would be used for bathing, only to find himself still attracted to the moon. "Rea, what type of wolf would you say I was when I, um, changed..." Micheal found himself attracted more to the moon as he spoke each word.