Theo followed Zagan into the other room and watched as he popped a floor board and pulled a small green back pack out.
"I don't have a shirt that will fit you." Zagan sniffed, clearing his throat of the emotions that had clogged it up and glancing at the sweatpants Theo had pulled on that stretched tightly across his thighs and stopped right below his knees.
"I'm not worried about it." Theo looked down at himself. He did look pretty ridiculous, but he was too relieved about finding Zagan to care about anything like what he was wearing.
"Right. You're lycan. I guess you are probably used to running around without many clothes on." He opened the bag and rifled through what appeared to be several papers for a moment before he zipped it back up and slung it over his shoulder. "It never occurred to Penelope and I that there might be lycans in our family's future."
