Tyne coiled his muscles as he crouched, ready to spring and take off in a full on run if the humans came in his direction after taking care of the female. Bright, somewhat murky hues watched attentively as the others poked and prodded along the still injured form. He had to choke back the growl that he felt forming, knowing that they were trying to help rather than harm the strange healer. As he was about to turn to leave, sure that she'd be taken care of, he paused and had to squint a bit to try and make out the words that she mouthed silently in his direction.<br/><br/>-I will be back, I promise.- That couldn't be right. That couldn't be what was said. The shifter gave a soft laugh at himself as he rolled his muscles to relax them a little and turned away once more. He took a couple of steps away, then paused again. What if it wasn't just him imagining things? What if she actually would come back at some point? As crazy as it sounded, she hadn't seemed bothered by what he was. She didn't want to harm him, and it looked like she really didn't plan to let others know that he was here.<br/><br/>The wolf took a deep breath and sighed, then closed his eyes and tilted his head up. A sharp, warbling howl pierced the relative quiet around them, several of the search party immediately shuddering or looking around with how close the sound was to them. It was the only way he could think of to let her know that he was still in the area, at least for the moment. Once he let the howl trail off, he opened his eyes and took off in a quick dash, pushing his body rather hard to put distance between himself and her as much as possible. He could hear them talking about the wolves in the area before he got far enough away that their words didn't reach him. Once he felt like he was safe, Tyne found a safe place that he could curl up and sleep, his back against a rock with two trees close enough to him that his large body would be easy to miss if anyone came looking for him.<br/><br/>Days seemed to drag on to weeks, the main flow of time change for the shifter being the number of times he was forced into the werewolf form paired with the way that the nature around him changed with the change of seasons. After some time, he only further convinced himself that what he had thought he saw was nothing but a trick of his mind, the loneliness of not belonging anywhere messing with his head. So, he tried to just forget about that night, forget about the strangeness of the healer that he had met, and tried to go back to living as much like an animal as he could. It was easier than trying to be human, even though he was technically both and neither.