Playful interaction had been more of Nanook's game. Then again, his idea of playing hard usually came from the club. He liked skateboarding, dancing in nightclubs and that sort of thing. It wasn't Marissa's scene so far from what he had seen. That was really sort of ironic considering the fact that she had actually worked at one before. He never had worked at one, yet he loved dancing in them. Well, if the music was right anyway.<br/><br/>None of this was in his mind when he awoke, though. What he focused on instead was what had happened. Then, however, he realized he wasn't entirely sure. Looking back toward her, he swallowed a bit and started to try and get up. If she had allowed it, then he would have done his best to help her up as well.<br/><br/>Shutting his eyes in the process, he permitted himself the luxury of enjoying her scent. If she had allowed it, then he would have enjoyed her scent in the process too. Swallowing, he turned back and motioned toward the direction they came from. Wolves were excellent trackers. He knew how to handle the wilderness and find his way.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure how far out we've gone, but home is that way, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Marissa probably would have instinctively known at this point. It would have been one of many things that just came to her. Therefore she more than likely could have answered his question quite fairly. Eventually he started to walk, though he found that he was of course quite nude.<br/><br/>Nanook merely assumed that she was going to be coming with. There wasn't much of a reason to assume otherwise of course. "You know Marissa that I love you, don't you?" He was vocal about it when he realized what happened when they were werewolves.