The sun was starting to sink when Sebok slipped from the castle, backpack over his shoulder and a stolen game hen stuffed inside. He trod the familiar path to the hideaway's pens - and more accurately to his, and the proud creature that lay within, dozing. Or...well, he'd be a proud creature eventually. At the moment he was a bit small and cute. And yippy.

"Hey." He greeted softly, and Grinch's head whipped around like a hawk's. There was a moment of tension as the simargl watched him but it was quickly gone; then the puppy was on his feet, wiggling all over, small wings flapping. They let him lift off the ground, though he couldn't fly quite yet. Sebok hopped the fence into the pen, landing and squatting so the puppy could lick his hands.

It was a relief on many levels that the little winged dog was happy to see him. Having animals bolt in fear was one of those effects of lycanthrophy he'd never quite managed to get over, and Sebok cared rather more about animal's opinions than human's. They were, after all, rather more honest.

Bonding with Grinch had been easier than he'd been privately expecting. The fact he snuck him game hens might be helping, of course. He pulled the raw hen from his back and tore off some of the meat, tossing it for him before eating some of it himself, chewing absently at the end of a bone as he settled against the shelter and pulled out his homework.

Working in the cold and falling dark didn't bother him much; nor did the puppy's interest in chewing at the ends of his parchment. Storm wanted an essay on some theory or other, and Sebok wasn't going to be seen struggling through that anywhere but here. If the library books he had with him got a little nibbled on, so what? He chewed on them too.

He was resisting the urge to write in really big letters (Storm had said a foot long, he hadn't said how many words) when a familiar smell ghosted along. He looked up and around, frowning, not bothering to take his pen from his mouth. In the increasing dark he could just see an approaching silhouette.

So much for being alone. Grinch sunk his teeth into the edge of one of his books as Sebok recognized Shona. It was still strange to be around other werewolves; his uncle hadn't exactly set a shining example. Detention was the least of his concerns, with the full moon so close - it was easy to go on edge instantly, and so he did.

"Professor," he greeted, cautiously.