At first Marissa's new senses were probably quite overwhelming. That was generally how these things went. Human senses were so limited compared to those of a beast, and Nanook knew this fact first hand. Perhaps it should have been phrased as he knew the fact first paw. It probably took a bit of adjustment. Now, though, she was just learning how to use them. This was far less overwhelming than the previous situation. All the scents were now amazing instead of disconcerting.<br/><br/>Technically Marissa and Nanook were still not together for life completely. She could have still said no at this point. They had not yet been physical. Until the time that they were intimate together she could have said no. Nanook wanted to be together at this point, though, and he was going to do whatever he could have to make sure that they would have stayed together.<br/><br/>Recognizing the area as wolves would have was of course important, but Marissa would also find that if her feelings for Nanook were real then she would soon be overcome with those emotions in this state. He knew very well that the lupine instincts had taken over. He wasn't able to think rationally so much any more as he was focused on only two things: Marissa and the kill.<br/><br/>When he heard her join his howl, Nanook truly shed whatever remains of humanity he had. He was a wild animal, and that was all that mattered now. Offering her a lick to her own muzzle in return before perking his ears up and looking around. It didn't seem like anyone had marked territory here. Then again, wolves were killed off in this part of the world anyway. The sheer thought of it  just served to make his bloodlust that much more powerful.<br/><br/>Picking up his arms and legs quickly enough, he started to run in the opposite direction as quickly as he could have. Marissa would surely have joined him. He knew she couldn't have resisted a run at this point. All the new sights and smells would have given her some sort of primal satisfaction that she probably yet still didn't completely understand.<br/><br/>As he ran, he threw back his head again and let loose a second howl. This one was unlike the first. Rather than a planned expulsion of wolf-song, Nanook's howl was now one of freedom. It was a signifier of his release. He figured that should have been enough to heat Marissa's blood all over again. She would surely have wanted to join in as soon as he had done so. In fact, it might very well have sent her mind and instincts in many different directions.