You slowly come around, regaining consciousness once more. Rolling onto your belly from where you've been sleeping on your left-side, you begin to stretch your drowsiness away feeling a sore, emptiness in your backside. You groan a little as you feel your wing stretch itself up and to the right. You rotate your arms a little and bring your right hand over to massage the soreness out of your left shoulder when you feel something sharp prick you. "Gah! Ouch..." You wince then look down at your hand. Surprise makes you raise your eyebrows as you gaze at the new developments to your right arm. You can see that your scales have fully encased your limb at this point, some smaller, softer scales line the inside of your arm while thicker, much more protective scales wrap around the outside. A small spike of extra rigid white scale has formed on your elbow and a row of smaller spiky scales crest your right shoulder. Finally, your eyes are drawn to what caused your discomfort.
Your hand, if you can call it that anymore, is now covered in scales and at the end of each of your digits are long, vicious looking talons. "Hrm..." You knit your brow in concern, not only are you losing even more of your human body, but you may also be losing some dexterity with this claw-like hand. Delicate work certainly wont be your forté... Still - you think to yourself as you flex your changed arm - you could probably just -rip- through any situation you might encounter, if your new new muscles are anything to go by. You feel as though you could bench a car with your one arm alone. Though your new limb doesn't look terribly muscular, you can sense a power in it that makes you feel confident in your prowess. You guess looks -can- be deceiving. A sound breaks you out of your self-assessment.
A small cough makes you look up, Anders had been watching you examine yourself. He looks away quickly with a bit of embarrassment before turning back to you, "Hey, son, I...I just want to apologize for the other night - I..." He can't maintain eye contact with you and ends up looking around the room instead, as if wanting to physically look for the words he wishes to say. "It was unprofessional to let myself go like that, I took advantage of you, when you were vulnerable, to satisfy my base needs and I can't let myself get away with such actions." Now he has his eyes on you, the intensity of the stare makes you pause, "From here on out, I promise you that I will do better and be better, I will not lose control again and you can once again count on me to help you when the time comes."
Having finished saying what he wanted to get off his chest, you move over to him. His eyes have closed now, but you can make out a little moisture around the edges, whether from the disappointment over his personal failures or from having to push you away because he can't lose himself again, you're not sure. "Hey, come on now, you and I both know that what happened last night... Well, maybe it wasn't professional or appropriate or what we expected, but it's what we needed. We needed each other in that moment and I think we're better for it." You try to cheer up the morose lupine, giving him a small kiss on his nose. It's a little cold and wet. "Besides, now we can focus on what's important, surviving out here... and finding my brother." You add on the end, wanting just as much to find Cameron as not wanting to think about what could have happened to him since last you saw each other.
Anders opens his eyes again, looking at you with new determination, "Alright. -You're- right. I'm no use to anyone if I lock myself away, too afraid to help someone because I might end up hurting them. I'll do what I must in order to do what I can." He shakes himself, much like a dog trying to shake off excess water, looking ready to get started on the road ahead. "Alright, let's come up with a plan to find and rescue your brother." You nod your head and smile, seeing the old wolf return to his usual self.
You spend the next few minutes going over what you both know. The street where you encountered the ambush, where you left the ambulance, what creatures you saw and when. You establish a rough estimate of this gang's 'territory' and narrow down potential hideouts. Anders had been a beat-cop around this area for years, so he knew all of the little idiosyncrasies and alleys and nooks to check. Eventually, you narrow down three areas you want to poke around. Your hopes are high when you finish hashing out the plan.
"Okay," Anders finishes, "We'll have to take this slow and careful, I'll need you to remain behind me at all times..." You nod, being the one who doesn't have the gun means you aren't going to be on point through most of this, which is fine. You're not the one trained to do this sort of threat clearing either, but you still have this nagging sense of being a burden again and you hate it. Pushing your thoughts aside, you listen to what Anders is saying, "I will need you to do a couple of things while we're out there, however..." Your ears perk up a bit at the notion of doing anything to pull your weight, "You'll have the freest line of sight out of the two of us and you'll need to keep much of our rear in view so that we wont be surprised if someone comes up behind us." You can't help but think of another rear you also wouldn't mind watching... you're not sure where that thought came from, but you toss it out of your mind and nod at the wolf-cop. "Good, I think it's time for us to move out. Where do you want to look first...?"