Aron woke up extra tired compared to normal days. He just felt so groggy, and, even though he slept well, his bed felt like a rock. He dragged himself off the bed and threw on a wrinkled bluse collared shirt. He swore he was going to iron it tonight. He slapped on a pair of long, denim jeans. He threw on his shoes, and left his home. His fruits were ready to be picked. Put them into a woven basket (He never uses pesticides). On his way into the suburbs, he saw his old, typical fruit stand. It is just a little stand (similar in shape to a mini-food truck), with a table or two with chairs. He noticed, across the street, a nice little coffee shop.
Aron doesn't usually care for coffee, as he usually wakes up indifferent at worst. Today he felt worse than normal. He walked in and ordered a plain cup of coffee. He grabbed 2 suger packets and left. At his stand, he slowly sipped on his coffee like normal, and his regular customers came as always. They always came on the weekend, as his fruits were cheap, and pesticide free.
However, people took notice of his coffee cup. "I love that coffee place. Who needs Starbucks, am I right?" A customer commented. Another asked "What coffee do you recommend from that place? I just usually order water because I want a recommendation." Aron, not wanting to lose his business, replied as happily as he could, "Ha, that's funny," he replied. "I actually just like normal coffee with a little sugar," he added. The tips they left were a little more than usual, but it wasn't anything Aron noticed.
At the end of the day, Aron just changed he just wanted to get outside. He grew muscles all over his arms, torso, and legs. Dark grey fur discolored his hair as the fur spread down. He grew a muzzle as that grew fur. His tail popped out of his tailbone as his ears grew to a point. He ran around as a wolf in the forest. Aron was awfully tired when he came inside. Today was... different than other days. It was somehow a good day. He enjoyed it.