Dyson rubbed his hands together as he walked down the street from the police station toward the hotel, he was off work and feeling fine. The cold didn't bother him as much as it might someone who was human but the crisp clean smell made all his senses sharp.

It was times like this that he missed having Trick, or Hale, around to talk to, to watch a game with or go hunting. Someone who understood, someone who knew his history, his clan. Bo understood being different, but she didn't have the traditions ingrained in her.

And Kenzi was... Kenzi.

Sometimes a man just needed.. he growled quietly to himself and then after glancing around decided now was as good a time as any to go for a run. He shucked his coat and folded it, putting it on the bench, and then started unbuttoning his cuffs.

[ooc: Catch him as he's undressing in preparation of shifting into his wolf form.]