[Hank nods, grimacing a little, his hand drifting up toward his head for a second. That laugh, it's not piercing, exactly, but it's something. It's fine. He's had worse headaches than this.
Still, he doesn't really have any more questions to ask about the whole werewolf - were-thing... thing. Or if he does, it's hard to remember them right now. He's just going to focus on following the friendly hyena monster, and on trying not to smell what they're maybe going to pick Barabas up from the kitchen.]
if Barabas wouldn't have anything to say to this feel free to fastforward to him changing back
Still, he doesn't really have any more questions to ask about the whole werewolf - were-thing... thing. Or if he does, it's hard to remember them right now. He's just going to focus on following the friendly hyena monster, and on trying not to smell what they're maybe going to pick Barabas up from the kitchen.]