"After everything you've seen, that seems strange?" he laughed. "We are very rough on bedding. The pack keeps a supply of extra mattresses in stock. Our claws can rip through the material before we've noticed we've done it."
"I've never seen you rip anything in the bed," I said thinking back.
"I have had to be remarkably careful. I didn't want to harm you accidentally in a moment of passion," he said.
"Can you grow just your claws?" I asked him.
Holding up a hand, daggers grew from the ends of his fingers. Tentatively, I touched them. They were hard as any metal and sharp.
"Mine will be like this also?" I asked him.
He nodded and continued to watch as I explored his new anatomy.
"Can you shift for me?" I asked.
With a few pops and a light growl the wolf man was standing in front of
