His furry side, as James often referred to it, had never really bothered Sirius, but then, he could change back into a human form whenever he wished. It hadn’t occurred to him until he’d found Remus sobbing uncontrollably the morning after the full moon, covered in the blood of the dead rabbit that had made it back to their room, that it wouldn’t be as much fun for those who couldn’t. Still, blood didn’t bother him, and the house elves might appreciate the rabbit. Sirius made a mental note as he clambered into Remus’ bed, and held him close.