This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...A couple of hours after Morales went to sleep, he heard Lobo's deep but very quiet growl. In seconds, the human was on his feet, his crossbow in hand as he stared at the barely-visible entrance, the moonlight faintly illuminating it. His heart slowed a bit when he realized he could tell that the bars were still in place.
"What is it, Boy?" he whispered as he put a hand on Lobo's neck, the hair there standing up as he too stared at the entrance.
The big wolf whined quietly in response, then a moment later, the rumbling deep within him began again, now more felt than heard.
They continued to stand silently for the next five minutes or so; the only noise from outside that Morales was able to hear was the snapping of a limb as something big stepped on it. Sometime later - Morales wasn't sure how long - Lobo slumped to his haunches and the rumbling inside him stopped.
"Is it gone? What was it, Boy?"
Lobo just growled and stretched out a bit more, but he never completely resumed his sleeping position.
"Fuck," Morales muttered as he put the crossbow in its usual position by his bed and stretched out again, certain he wouldn't go back to sleep...
Have a goodun;