Their homestead had been built with their condition in mind. The bed of hay where they woke the morning after their change had been carefully arranged by Brance earlier in the month; the hay was clean and fresh, the blankets washed, and a small pile of clothing nearby allowed them to dress before they went up to the main house. Because of the weather, Brance had made sure there were boots in the stable as well, though he suspected in warmer months, the shoes would be forgotten. The clothes, too, if Caleb had anything to say about it. He stretched as he stood, his bare skin pimpling with the cold air, his c**k at half-mast. Every hair stood on end, creating a fluff of downy blond fur that was a pale imitation of his thick coat when in cat form.
Before he could wander from the stable withou
