Fuck, he was so fucked. Endy had lucked into an afternoon with good food and a comfortable place to lounge until the evening. But he had fallen asleep and now he was running out of time. He didn't want to hurt people but he also didn't trust the Ministrys containment place. What if that was their secret way of getting rid of werewolves? And besides, it probably cost money and he rarely had enough of that as it was. The Forest was good enough for his needs if he went deep into it enough. Most people knew to stay out of it on a full moon.

Never mind that he had not been among those that knew hence his monthly predicament.

He looked towards the sun as he ran deeper into the forest. He was running out of time. He began stripping, not noticing that he wasn't actually alone as he took his shoes, socks and shirt off. His barefoot snapped a twig, making him utter a curse. But then his ears caught on to something else and he turned to face it. To find a man. "Oh, hello," Endy said, as if he was not currently in a state of partial undress. But then his eyes caught sight of a wardrobe. What the hell?

"Oi, you moving in here with that wardrobe? Bit of a weird thing to do." Not that he was one to say anything about it considering his sometimes-'bed' was somewhere in this very forest. And, you know, he was in the middle of stripping down.