The wolf chuckled, "Wanna clear that up?"
"I, uh, just figured, when in Rome... you know..." The wolf backed up, tail still wagging.
"Then you get the left bed. But you can share the right one if you want." Kavick hesitated then picked his bags back up and headed for the left bed to get set up.
"So, werewolf huh? What's your name?"
"Wulf." He didn't seem to have anything he'd rather do right now than watch.
"...Really?" Kavick sat on the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks.
"I called it first," Wulf grinned, "I get to be called Wulf here."
"Ah, uh, cool... Congrats? Uh, does it work like I read? Exchange of body fluid?"
Wulf took a step closer, "Wanna find out?"
"Uhh... Is... anything hard to control like that?"
Wulf laughed and Kavick jumped at what he took at first for a growl, making Wulf laugh even more. "For some... Hard to tell before the change if it'll be hard for you."
This is why there were so few humans here. Given the chance to be an intelligent beast or a god among men, few choose to keep their comparatively weak old forms. Kavick's eyes ran back down the wall of fur coated muscle, which Wulf takes as a cue to come on, stopping only when Kavick reached up to stop him as if he could.
"It's permanent though, right? I might need to think about-"
"Blood is permanent. If I bite you, it gets in your blood, it's permanent. Want to take it for a ride? Spit doesn't last so long, unless you have a bleeding cut in your mouth."
"..uh...You...want to kiss me??"
"Take off your pants."
"What??"
"If you ever want to wear them again, take them off." Before Kavick could answer that, Wulf licked his face, making him blush profusely, and then he felt something happening. "It won't last long or be as strong, but it'll give you a taste. Wanna save your pants?" Kavick felt himself slowly starting to bulge, and as his pants tightened he quickly unzipped them, hesitated one more moment, watching Wulf and blushing, then pushed them down, and Wulf pulled to help, leaving him naked and growing on the bed. Wulf gave him another lick and hair started growing, and another and bones cracked and started shifting, making Kavick groan, and another and Kavick put up a hand trying to laugh through the groaning.
"Okay, down boy!" Wolf grinned and kept attacking with his tongue anyway, Kavick crawling backward and Wulf climbing onto the bed over him, distracting him from what would have been a more painful first morphing. Soon there were two werewolves on the bed, Kavick being brown furred with hazel eyes. Wulf nuzzled his neck and wrapped his arms around him again, and with more animal instincts it now felt to Kavick more like it could be the greeting of a friend or brother. It could still be more if he wanted, though.