Sirius knows this particular transformation is going to be a bitch. He has never seen Remus so tense in the years they've known each other. The young werewolf snaps at anyone who moves too suddenly and he hasn't picked up a book all week. Clearly something was off. Sirius also took note of the fact that the one thing his angst-y friend hasn't been grumbling about was his diminished chocolate supply. Whether this is a sign of the apocalypse or the impending harsh transformation…Sirius is not quite sure.

The sixth-year animagus changes into his animal form once he manages to sneak out of the dorms and into the Forbidden Forest in the dead of night. James and Peter have too much work so Padfoot is on call tonight. The gruff looking, black and shaggy mutt trots through the forest listening for a howl. A twig snaps a couple yards away and Padfoot freezes. If the source of the noise is the werewolf, then Padfoot is in danger. The beast never gets so close. He waits with sharp eyes and sharper ears but after a couple minutes of silence, the dog slowly starts to move away from where he heard the noise. The pounding of blood sounds in his ears and Padfoot can't concentrate. He holds back a whimper. Sirius knows he should have gotten here earlier.

The hunter watches his prey from behind the thick greenery. The acid yellow eyes are flecked with chocolate brown—the only trace of Remus left in the beast. This creature is secure in this form while the animagus is struggling to keep control of his trembling body. The hunter bears his teeth, remnants from the last kill are evident but he is still ravenous. He senses the fear which only fuels the hunger. The werewolf is ready to move closer.