Hickey gets to his feet, looking around for a moment, before moving back to their bedroom to grab some clothes. Sure, being a wolf is amazing and phenomenal and Hickey already loves it. Especially because wolves have fur. Standing up, being a buckass naked human being, Hickey is cold. He wants to at least get a layer of clothes on. Probably some socks as well.

"Glad I'm myself as well," he muses. "Be useless as hell if this place gave me a gift like that but I had the brains and instincts of a wolf. I doubt I'd think of turning back."

Which is something else of interest. How long can Hickey stay in that form? There's so many new aspects to this that he wants to figure out, wants to try and test.