Mark climbed up onto his back porch and looked carefully in both directions. There was no one, animal or human, within any line of sight, and hadn't been for miles, but still he was always cautious. Satisfied he was still alone, he shifted back to human form, and let himself into his house. He was thirsty from his hours running in the arid landscape, craving fluid. Standing at the sink, he ran a glass of water from the tap, drank it down and followed it with a second one. His thirst slaked, he headed to his bedroom to shower and put on a pair of boxers. Sometimes he slept just as wolf, but he felt safer in his human form.