Suddenly a loud, screeching roar rang out from behind the trees, and a large beast pounced forth from the darkness. Damon flinched.
"Heheh, that never gets old, buddy," chuckled a familiar voice that was gruffer, more bestial than usual.
"Nate?"
"Well, yeah. Were you expecting some OTHER puma for our private, prearranged prowl in the park?"
Nate's eyes glowed yellow, his round ears twitched under the moonlight, his fangs were massive, and long, white whiskers stretched out deep into the night air from his snout, his cheeks, and his forehead. A strong, thick tail was swishing far behind him. And his jocular nature and penchant for wordplay had not been changed an ounce from turning into a menacing muscular monster!
"Nah, just a little on edge tonight. Race ya to the fountain?"
"Alright, DRamon, 3...2... GO!"
They laughed and started running. Running upright on their altered feet was awkward, so after about twenty paces, Nate dropped to all fours and sped ahead on his large, paw-like hands and feet. Damon also dropped down but discovered that running was even more clumsy awkward for him like this. After a moment's thought, he flapped his large wings in the air and lifted himself up and off the ground once more. Soon he was rowing through the air with his wings like a canoe racer through water. He caught up with Nate when the fountain was in sight.
"I still say it's not fully fair that you can fly," said Nate.
Damon landed, Nate pounced, and they both touched the moist concrete at the same time. They both fell down on their backs laughing like teenagers, although Damon quickly rolled over on his belly since putting his weight on his back made his wings ache. He looked down at his arms, at his black scales glistening in the moonlight. Then, still panting and giggling and playfully swishing his tail, he looked back over to his fuzzy feline friend. This whole wish was AWESOME!