[ Oh he likes this... yes, good. Lean into it, brother. Dig your fingers into your wounds and see what power you have. It's the only way to know what you're capable of. Maybe the full moons for werewolves aren't always a bad thing.

Ezra's back pops and rolls as his muscles re-calibrate for a fight, his claws growing as he gets even fuzzier. ]

Maybe I wanted you to listen to me, not take care of me! Have you ever thought of that? [ His own voice is rough now, a crackling rumble underneath his words. ]

Stop being scared of yourself and give me something to respect then. [ And then he rushes towards him with a rib rattling growl. ]