{{NOTE: The violence in this episode is only in regards to acquiring a late night snack.—tmw.}}
As Harold Jenkins walked through the woods behind his house, the new weretiger of Moon Lake stopped and took in his surroundings.
From his vantage point and the town's "wagon spoke wheel" design, he could see much of Moon Lake from the top of the small hill he was on. His new feline vision helped immensely.
Then his now acute senses picked up a tantalizing smell as his stomach growled.
Following his nose, Harold soon saw a male rabbit nibbling on a blade of grass near the base of a nearby tree.
Follow your inner weretiger... he remembered Virginia McCoy saying, as he instinctively pounced, not knowing that there was a brief but feral glow in his eyes.
Moments later Harold felt his powerful jaws sink deep through fur into tender flesh and muscle as he chomped down on the rabbit's midsection, with a paw on either side of the now dying animal in case he had missed and it tried to flee.
The rabbit breathed its last gasp as Harold munched on his midnight snack, recalling how Virginia said that weretigers supplemented their high meat diet by hunting wild game.
Yet, as he licked the last of the bones clean, he realized that one single rabbit alone wasn't going to keep a hungry, let alone recently created, weretiger sated for long, as Harold resumed hunting.
Soon he got lucky and sited a big buck deer, with a multi-pronged rack of antlers on its head.
One sniff of the air confirmed that the weretiger was down wind of its prey, as the buck continued to just stand there and graze, totally unaware of the danger behind him.
Harold's mouth watered in anticipation of dining on venison, his tongue licking the lips of his muzzle, when he heard another noise.
Realizing it wasn't the deer before him, Harold ducked behind a tree and waited. Then he was shocked to see what came out of the woods toward the buck.
It was a doe and a fawn!
The female deer came up and brushed its body along side the buck, as the fawn moved in front of its parents to do some grazing of its own.
Follow your inner weretiger, but remember that you are in charge, he heard Virginia's voice say, now recalling her full statement.
Staring at the happy little family raised mixed emotions in Harold.
Memories of himself, his late wife Eliza, and their daughter Melissa.
Thoughts of himself, Virginia, and Melissa as a potential new family unit.
Contemplation of the future concerning himself, Virginia, and their projected unborn child John Sebastian Jenkins that he dreamed about, but had yet to talk to Virginia about.
Even if I could take them all by myself, it wouldn't be right, realized Harold, as the weretiger turned and went back the way he came, settling for a couple of more rabbits before he arrived at the back door of his house again just before the break of dawn.
Once inside, he strode to the bathroom and took a shower while still furry.
In part this was to wash his hair before resuming his human form and clean it too, so Harold didn't realize he inadvertently discovered that if he had changed back before showering, the rabbit blood would have left a telltale stain on the bare skin of his chin.
Clean and dried off, Harold managed to find some clothes that still fit his now more muscular and toned human form as he heard Melissa's alarm clock start to ring.
With that, Harold went into the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast for two, silently hoping that he could keep himself from eating all the bacon and breakfast sausage before Melissa had a chance to eat.