@smashingmirrcrs He hated dog parks. He really did. There was always something about them that drew him in, like they were dangling a really good bone in front of him. And he always got lured in. Somehow. It was just so fun and full of really good smells and friends. The other dogs were more or less friendly and none of the owners would really blink twice at another dog, even if he was huge and red and liked to claw the trees. The other downside was that he could just spend hours there, and it was six blocks away from his dad's apartment. And it looked like almost 4am and Dad got up at 5am for his job- and Deka didn't want to get yelled at again for city shifting. It was the damn dogparks fault! He couldn't walk home like this, either- he'd get the cops called on his furry ass. The wolf trotted behind a bush where space compressed with a pop and then there was a quiet moment, followed by a quiet voice that said, "Oh shit." This was a mistake. A head appeared above the bushes, a red mop of hair falling in tangles around the ears and neck, followed by large arms and torso. He couldn't shift back now- he only got one a night! But he didn't stash or bring any clothes, like an idiot! Not even underwear! Or a jacket! Deka cursed. The night would only be better if someone saw him. They didn't right? He checked, just to make sure- and there wasn't, but he had half-hoped there was, so he could bum something to cover up with. Okay. Home. He turned a few times to get his bearings, then strode off in a familiar direction. His course took him across a walking path, where he made it halfway before freezing. There was someone here. Looking at him in shock. His eyes flicked to them. “Uh. I lost a. Wet t-shirt…. Clothing- bet. They took- stole my under- s- clothes. All of them.”
