““Toby was in town visiting for a few days. Between all the time the man had been spending with Lori, and with his own family, Zev hadn’t gotten to see his friend much. But that evening Toby had shown up with an extra-large pizza and a six-pack of beer. They’d eaten some of the food, then shifted and gone out for a long run. It had felt good to let his wolf free and feel the wind running through his fur. So good, in fact, that Zev was almost smiling. A foreign expression on his face these days. “Look, Zev, I know you’d rather sit on my lap while I’m taking a dump than talk about your feelings, but what’s going on with you?” Zev coughed at the visual image that little comment had painted in his mind. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied none too convincingly. Then he flopped his head on the back of the couch and draped his arm across his eyes.””