The hug had Eliot shaking his head and nudging Dean, but he didn't pull away and just bore with it where he was half sprawled against Dean. He wiggled a bit to the belly scratches and finally tried to get up and stand on the bed. He managed that, even managed to jump from the bed to the floor, but he landed only on three feet and there was a noticeable limp still when he moved his way towards the couch.

It was somewhat strange, this would be his first time watching the television as a wolf. The bright colors were muted in his animal vision but the sounds and flashes of motions stirred interest in the creature. It wished to hunt, and he quelled that with a wolfish snuffle.