Sinking onto the bed, Silvio winced at how even the soft bedding still ached against his wounded flesh. But it was better than the dirty basement. That was always the bonus really.

"Two days." He could usually manage to eat something during the day on the first day before he weakened entirely for the rest of the full moon. "Usually I don't manage to eat anything for another two or three. And it's whatever I can jump the easiest."

Because this was not an ideal situation for any wolf dealing with the full moon. Usually there was a pack to bring balance and life could go back to normal right away. Not for one who was alone though.