Karsten wasn't in a good mood at all, quite the contrary. This was going to be his first transformation. With growing anxiety he had watched the lunar calendar bring the full moon closer with every passing night. He was increasingly tired every morning, but also increasingly agitated. He knew what was coming, but it was still mostly the unknown. His body just anticipated things, and he knew he was in for a rough night. And a rough week, really. Probably just a rough life.
And on top of that, he had to spend this difficult time with the man who made his life even more difficult. Great.
He'd had no choice but to close shop early, and as soon as the sun had set, he'd gone to the butcher's, picked up a kilo of ground meat, and had made his way, hiking to settle his nerves, to the cave where he would be suffering later tonight.
Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?