The dirt sunk between his paws, and a scent of earth wafted in his nostrils. Also—a hint of rabbit. Padfoot's stomach growled. He traversed along the woodlands, galloping and weaving around branches and bushes. His heart beat harder as he spotted the town he frequented. He skirted into a small alcove, the side entrance to a pub. A swirl, growl, and crackling of limbs, and Padfoot became Sirius once more. He shook the sooty earth from his limbs and crept into the door behind him. Once he gathered and assembled his clothing, after searching for it behind dusty barrels of wine, he slipped into the pub and ordered the special.
Rabbit.