[ in all of Isaac's time as a werewolf, he's only ever spent time around his pack during the full moon. even then, the contact was limited to being chained down in the old loft or elsewhere, even though Isaac knew he had far more control than the others.
this moon, however, is different. he's just made it to the Paisley, and even he can feel the way his muscles tense, the way his mind flutters a little that it's not far from a proper full moon. he hates that feeling more than anything, the way the anger bubbles up closer to the surface than it usually does.
he has a mission of sorts, though, since he'll be with a different kind of werewolf this evening. it's both nerve wracking and kind of cool all at once, to know that he won't be alone on the full moon, and that he'll see another kind of proper werewolf in return. it's not long before he's knocking on Remus' door, looking relaxed and non-plussed, even if he can feel the moon's effect more by the minute. ]
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this moon, however, is different. he's just made it to the Paisley, and even he can feel the way his muscles tense, the way his mind flutters a little that it's not far from a proper full moon. he hates that feeling more than anything, the way the anger bubbles up closer to the surface than it usually does.
he has a mission of sorts, though, since he'll be with a different kind of werewolf this evening. it's both nerve wracking and kind of cool all at once, to know that he won't be alone on the full moon, and that he'll see another kind of proper werewolf in return. it's not long before he's knocking on Remus' door, looking relaxed and non-plussed, even if he can feel the moon's effect more by the minute. ]
Hey. Happy full moon.