"Tim...?"
Saul's voice sounded rather up-beat and cheerful as he came into the house with (by the sounds of it) four or five of the guys. Timothy kept his head down in the huge basket of dirty laundry and held his breath. His sensitive, vulpine nose picked up all the scents his previous, human body had left behind and -frankly- it was starting to make his eyes water.
"Timothy? Should we start in on th' Haversome Mansion shipment?"
Scott, stepping up to loom over the smaller Saul, clapped his hand against the thinner man's back. "He's probably popped out to McDonalds or somethin'... Come on, tiny ... let's get workin'..."
Saul chuckled, pushing Scott's hand off of his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah... Give it a rest."
Timothy could hear their voices terribly close, now; he could even smell them over the stench of the laundry. He tried to remain as still as he could until, with a shock, a raging, sudden pain shot through his tail!
Yelping, the anthropomorphic vulpine leapt up, putting his hand on his ass and tugging at his tail which had just been stepped on by Marco, one of his workers.
Everyone spun about and all eyes on the room fell on the lithe, wirey fox-man.
"Holy shit... What th' fuck is that?" muttered Saul, staring.
"Looks like a ... a werewolf...?" replied Scott, stepping back.