“There’ll be a moon tonight.”
“No need reminding me,” he said testily, while setting the kindling down and brushing the snow from his shoulders. He was always like this, just before: not the wolf coming on, rather the man’s self-loathing.
“Sit down and eat, darling.”
By the time he was finished filling his stomach, it was time to strip down and walk out into the snow. She gave him a blanket, for warmth until the fur came, and bolted the door behind him
When he returned, he would need reminding that he was a man, and only sometimes a monster.