Somewhere in between furry and lycanthropy sit a bunch of misfits, myself included.
This bears some explanation so bear with me here. I don't believe or sit here and pretend to believe that I am, in fact, physiologically a canid. It's just not true, and to believe otherwise would be a delusion. However, that does not quantify what I feel in spirit, which is a whole new ballgame. I genuinely feel like there is this... this part of me that is not human. Before you call the crazy police on me, I'm not a dingo and I don't plan on howling at the moon any time soon. I don't "fursuit" or whatever the kids call it these days, and don't plan on it (that's just creppy). But I don't quite know how to explain it. It's like there's this canine inside of me that just wants to be free.
I don't hold much stock in the Eastern belief that all living things have past lives and future lives and I was once a piece of toast or some jabberwocky like that. Reincarnation is not something I believe in. That said, I have sometimes wondered if in some way my conscious has unison with a wolf-type creature of some kind. It would explain a lot, like how I knew so much about wolf behaviour before I ever started studying it, and why I'm just not terrified of being around animals that most consider "vicious". (Nom nom nom, hynea tastes good.)
So I'm not quite furry, and not quite lycanthrope. What am I then? I am Andrew Wilcox. I am a software developer. And sometimes I like to bark when nobody's looking. And that's fine with me.