Dawn was almost upon them, it wouldn’t be long until his mind and body returned to him, but until then he still had the man cornered. Dennis hated harming others, he was passive and rarely started fights, the wolf however just wanted to hunt and kill and eat.
He steps forward, head hunched, shoulders up, stalking his prey. His fur was a golden orange, like rust, and it billowed in the wind. He snarls and snaps at the man, but as the sun was rising just beyond the horizon, his mind began to return quietly and as he caught the man’s eye the wolf felt that he knew him somehow.