"Hmmm..." she can think of a few fun things to do while cat-shaped... 

"...Okay, time to steal some clothes." She bites her lip, looking out over the houses on the other side of the road. It looks like a brand new suburb, which is perfect for stealing kids clothes, there's probably lots of families here. "Wanna sneak into a house and grab some?" 

"...Can we do lunch, too?"

"Yeah, multitasking!" 

Zeke proceeds to leap over the fence of a suitable seeming house.

There's a boy in the back yard. He looks up in surprise when Zeke lands near him, and his eyes widen only more as the other three follow. 

"...What..." he stalls, not actually sure what to ask first. What are they doing in his backyard, why are they (mostly) naked, how did they jump over that fence???

Zeke looks back at Angela. "So, what do we do with the kid?"

She frowns, "Hmm... if we leave him he'll go in foster care and..." she bounces thoughtfully, then looks at Angie, "Could you bite him, too?"

Cain steps back from them in the direction of the house, alarmed.

"Sure thing!" 

Angie bounds forward--

Shifting into a wolf cub as she leaps into the boy and bites him hard on the ankle.

Before swiftly reverting to human form and slapping a hand over his mouth.

That's good, it prevents his scream from alerting the neighborhood! He collapses to the ground reaching for his ankle. 

"Let's put him in a closet. He'll be able to bust out when the Moon comes out tonight."

"And you can take his clothes," Zeke points out jeeringly.

"...Fine."

Cai is not to busy crying and struggling against Angie's hold to hear them talking. Of course all he can really do about it is struggle harder, but... 

Angel looks down at him consideringly, and then bounces over and starts helping Angie get him out of his clothes. 

"Should we knock him out?"

"If you wanna."

Hmmm... 

"I think it'd be nicer to knock him out so he doesn't have to listen," she decides, and carefully proceeds to do so, over his muffled protests. 

It's much easier to get his clothes off him, now.

Joey dresses, slowly and with much fussing. 

He looks odd, fidgeting in a short and shirts, like someone threw a net on a nature spirit.

"Can't even feel the air..."

She considers him. "Looks weird," she decides. "Anyway, you shouldn't wear them around yet, they might get dirty while we eat." 

He strips. "Oh thank Lilith."

Even if she doesn't like clothes much either, his relief is still funny. 

"Closet for him and then food for us?" She asks. There is someone inside the house, though just the one. He's upstairs, sitting mostly still aside from the click-clacking of keys. 

"Sure."

Joey hoists the future werewolf over his shoulder, drops of blood trailing behind them as Joey walks towards the house.

It's not too hard to find a closet and then shove a shelf in front of it or something. 

That done, they can focus on food.

"There's four of us and only one of him, is that really enough?" She wonders.