Stetzer had spent much of the night pacing, his animal instincts rising up invilible hackles on his back.

He needed to stretch unseen muscles.

The transition was smooth and he padded his way out of the bedroom on four clawed feet.
Bounding down the hall he stopped short on a rug and kneaded large claws into it for a few minutes.

He wandered down the staircase, tail flicking as he picked up the scent of 2 or 3 other pairs of feet.

He could also smell Brian, and he turned away from where the scent seemed to lead and began exploring the west side of the lower level.