Werewolves and Humans: Together in Spirit

Sam was still asleep, though her door was unlatched, open just a track.

The rangers couldn't find the wolf, so they spread out and looked in the bushes.

Fenrir had made it to her home where he scratched on her door.

Sam halfway woke up. "Wha... Who's there," she said groggily.

Fenrir scratched more a little impaitent for her to answer.

She sat up, rubbing her face. "Coming," she said and stood, going to the door and opening it. "They didn't find you, did they," she asked him, opening the door wider so he could come in.

Fenrir walked in shaking his head then when he was in he looked at the door waiting for her to close it.

She closed the door and looked at him curiously.

Fenrir walked into her bathroom and waited for her to follow

She blinked and followed him, confused. Why was a wolf going into her bathroom?

As he waited he nodded his head to the shower curtain before he jumped into the shower.

She raised her eyebrow. "You want to take a shower," she guessed, wondering what kind of wolf knew what a shower was.

Fenrir looked at her thinking to himself, 'dumb girl...'
"Close curtain now."

She gave him a strange look, but did as he said.

Fenrir smiled and began to turn enjoying every seconed of it. He had to prove a point to her.

She stood outside the curtain, not sure what she should be doing. "What on earth are you doing in there," she asked him.

"Just chaning." Fenrir said i his human voice with a laugh.

She blinked. His voice sounded different... Human... Like that guy who helped the bear. She backed up, her back hitting the sink after two steps. It had to be the wine talking. If he was able to change from a wolf to a human, that would make him a werewolf. Werewolves didn't exist.... Did they?

Come to think of it, that would explain him disappearing and the wolf showing up not long after... And really - a talking wolf? That had to be proof...

She wasn't afraid, not really. Just a little weirded out. Her subconcious accepted the fact that he was a werewolf, but her conciousness didn't quite want to.

Fenrir stepped out wrapping a towel around him.
"Now whta would they do to the wolf that murdered the hunters?"

She swallowed. "Uhm.. They'd consider it a threat and want to track it's movements, so they'd knock it out and put a tracking collar on," she said.

He smiled broadly then looked at her, "And do you think that would work now?"

She shook her head. "No," she murmured. "Uhm... Do you want some clothes? Or something to eat...?"

"Cloths would be nice." He said looking at her.

She nodded. "My dad left some of his clothes here. I don't think he'll miss them," she said and led him to the spare bedroom, opening the drawers of the dresser. "You can pick what you like. Feel free," she smiled up at him and walked out to give him some privacy.

Fenrir was both shocked and disapointed, he was hopeing for a more scared response from her but this was, odd. He shrugged and let the towel fall off him as he looked through clothes in the buff.

She was a little freaked out still, and tempted to take a couple more glasses of red wine. She resisted the temptation without much trouble, putting the bottle away and cleaning the glass as she tried to make sense of what was going on.