Zoupskar clawed at his chest and clothes, legs and paws bursting out of his jeans. Thankfully, his boxers remained intact. "I smell split tooth, pale heart bloodAUEGH!" The moon was full, the fog thick, the beast taking shape in the night. Before he lost his mind, before the hate filled his soul, he 'snapchatted' his mid transformation face. Ladies dug that tormented soul stuff.