James pulled off the dusty road when Keith stood up in the back of the truck, tail and ears alert. He'd been riding the better part of the day in its bed, basking in the sun as the roads went from broad swathes of highway to two-lane, paved roads(more) and finally to a dusty access road bisecting a corn field in the middle of nowhere.
They'd been driving for hours now, since the early morning and when Keith threw the brake Keith didn't even wait for him to get out of the truck, bounding down the shallow embankment and vanishing between the young green stalks. "Keith," James yelled, leaning out, elbow hooked over the open door, but Keith was already gone, the only evidence of his passage the ripple of cornstalks in the distance.
James shook his head as the waving stalks vanished into the distance, before climbing into the back and opening the locked hatch where he kept his weapons stored. By the time he'd slung his shotgun over his shoulder Keith had returned, jumping into the open bed of the truck behind Keith.
"That didn't take long," James said, and Keith's form rippled, not unlike the corn, as he shifted to a naked human, sitting cross-legged.
"Had to pee," he said, and James paused.
"You didn't scent the ghoul?"
Keith shook his head, and had the temerity to look sheepish. "Nope. Haven't caught a whiff. Just," he gestured slightly, out toward the cornfield.
James hung his head and groaned. "Six hours," he said, and Keith shifted back to his lupine form because if nothing else he could do doe-eyed and pathetic and James couldn't be mad at him for that, "in that cab, and you just had to take a piss?"