Remus let himself be held, trying not to feel the way his lunch twisted in his stomach. He supposed wolves were not supposed to eat bubble and squeak, but he knew from experience that not eating produced a worse effect-- through hunger-- than this nausea.
Then an ache began in his joints as a semi arthritic pain until it flared to fire along the bones. Pain was easier for Remus. It was tangible and he was used to it. He whispered, "Sirius", through clenched teeth. It was a warning, for now he knew the transformation was imminent.