Oh, god. The disbelief is even worse than the truth. He actually feels himself bristling a bit, and he's not sure whether or not his face actually turns red, but he ducks his head just in case so that shit doesn't see the light of day. "It was a cat," he mutters. A shapeshifter to be specific. It's a pretty ridiculous situation, honestly. It's probably better if she doesn't believe him.

"Not much. Gettin' the third degree from somebody who can't buy their own happy meals." He makes a face and picks up a piece of blue, scooting in to a more comfortable position before dragging the chalk against the ground. "How'd things go for you the other night?" With the moon and the pack and all.