A lean wolf sniffed the air on the outskirts of the small settlement she had come to. Her nose sifted through the scents. The earthy forest around her, the metallic scent of gasoline, an overlying musk of humans, and the smell of cooking food. The food was what caught her attention. She could smell pork cooking and sweet breads. Her muzzle gaped open as she involuntarily began to salivate. Her name was Jane, and it had been some time since she had a cooked meal and bread.<br/><br/>Picturing the action in her mind, she slid back into her human form with a thought, continuing to stand back among the trees for a time before daring to come out of the cover of the forest. Her pale green petticoat could be seen hugging her body beneath the diaphanous white outer dress she wore. The dress was drawn tight just below her bust, and gathered in the back to allow plenty of freedom of movement. The short sleeves and low cut of the bust exposed a fair amount of skin. Her hair, a pale blonde, was piled on her head in a messy bun with curls hanging down to cover both ears.<br/><br/>She could still smell the food, and it was easy to follow the savory scent to its source. A small building, painted green, with a sign out front that read<i>Grace's Café. </i>She could see several people inside talking and being served food. Obviously, this was some sort of establishment where food could be purchased.<br/><br/>Pulling the door open, she entered the café. A sign, written in chalk, read, "Please take a seat anywhere and someone will be right with you!" Not wanting to bring attention to herself, she slipped into a nearby empty booth. However, her appearance had already caused most of the café to turn silent. Another woman approached her booth from behind the counter, handing her a long, hardened and smooth piece of paper with pictures of food on it.<br/><br/>"Good morning, and welcome to<i>Grace's <i>Café</i></i>. Can I start you off with something to drink?" The woman wore an apron and had a friendly smile on her face, but eyed Jane with undisguised curiosity. Jane, her own blue eyes scanning the waitress, realized her mistake almost immediately. This village must have some odd fashions, as the waitress's dress was much shorter than her own and the waist significantly lower.<br/><br/>"Water, please," she said, uncertain what to ask for. Did they serve tea here? Wine? Brandy? She could certainly go for some of her father's brandy right about now.<br/><br/>"Sure thing, I'll be back in a minute." The waitress left, and the conversation in the café slowly began again, though there were frequent looks in Jane's direction.<br/><br/>Trying her best to ignore the looks, she focused on the smooth paper in front of her. She recognized the bacon, and from the plates of some of the other patrons along with the smell, she figured the sweet bread must be the flat bread in the pictures.<i> Pancakes</i>, the paper read. Her mouth watered at the thought.