Tycho had not been expecting to be spending some of his days as a lion. It was a rather interesting experience but he was not wholly interested in being animal. He had his own mind which was good, he supposed. But it wasn't like he could speak which was frustrating. Tycho greatly missed the sound of his own voice.

They were eventually freed though but he could not communicate that he was man, not lion. He was large and bulky with people tending to run screaming when they saw him coming. Not the usual joy and adulation that he would have preferred instead. Not that he typically got that reaction even when he was human, he supposed.

It was also hard to navigate Hogsmeade when one was an animal. He could scent familiar scents but his vantage point was a lot lower since he was currently shorter than he was when upright as a man. He had not even known that he ended up in his neighborhood, instead following the familiar scents that he couldn't place.

Somewhere in his mind, he was aware that his own mind was starting to be taken over by general, animalistic instinct. Was this what it would be like when he was an animagus? It would be different, he hoped. Well, he supposed he would find out for himself.

He was contemplating a nap behind a nearby hedge when a very familiar scent assailed his senses. He knew that scent, it felt safe and like home. Ford. Quite forgetting that he was currently a lion, he moved to hug the man with a cry of joy. He had missed Ford terribly in the days he had been catified. But of course he was a lion, so really it just looked like a lion about to pounce on prey, oops.