“I wasn’t going to invite myself, since you seem willing, I think I can take the night off. We could join some of the Were-kind at the bar, I’d just as soon hang out with you. Any Were business can wait until tomorrow.”
Zyl saw relief and something like contentment sweep over Carl’s face, his human face. That his new friend had managed two shifts today with no help except for the spur of urgency boded well for his adjustment to his new status. However, for this evening, he hoped they might both stay in human form.
Intimacy between a male cheetah and a male ocelot could be a bit awkward. Few animals were really gay and Were-kind in their beast forms seldom acted on any such urges, either. Although there was no rule against it and their oath did not speak to the matter, there was still an
