Full moons on the compound were a madhouse. James loved every second of it, loved running alongside multiple Moonywolves, multiple Padfeet, multiple Prongses (and a Curvy). He did try to keep track of his own Moony, and managed for most of the night, but was distracted by one of the Padfeet; it hardly mattered anyway, the wolves were all under Wolfsbane and they were all looking out for each other.
When the moon set, he was both wired and exhausted, and transformed back to human as the wolves did as well, falling asleep on a soft patch of grass next to something Moonyshaped. He woke up hours later, blinking at the light on his face, and turned his head.
"Hey," he said, stretching out a hand to tousle Remus hair. It wasn't his Remus, but it hardly mattered; he adored them all. "Alright there, Moony?"