You look like a bum. Cheap clothes because you keep ripping them, hair hacked short because otherwise it gets tangled when you change. Everything bent around the need to Change, everything distorted by the Wolf. A warped-mirror you. Like the real one is somewhere else, wearing chinos and a sweater at a college party right now instead of a dirty parka and a torn black fleece covered in stains.
But back to business: this place has a Tim Horton's and a Subway. The overwhelming urge for raw meat you experienced after your First Change has faded, along with the desire to rip small animals apart with your bare hands, but shapeshifting still leaves you ravenous. You sniff the air, looking for something you can get for ten bucks that won't taste too bad.
Meat! I know what I am, and I know how to feed the monster.
I still have hope that I can learn more about the Bane tonight, so I get coffee and donuts to stay alert.
Normal person food: a sandwich and some chips. I need to do more regular-human stuff so I don't just drift away into the wilds.
All this food feels spiritually unwholesome. I'll refrain for now.
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