Some people might have called Nanook's thought processes twisted. They might even have been right if they said that and believed it. In spite of this, Nanook looked upon his act of turning her into a werewolf as one of kindness and of mercy. He had saved her from whatever that other strange creature that had lived inside of her was.<br/><br/>While she had called it a second personality or something, Nanook had actually smelled it. It smelled like a completely independent organism. It wasn't like that other girl was a neuropsychiatric symptom, but rather something else entirely. Looking around carefully, he finally exhaled and decided that all of this deep thought wasn't worth a crock of beans unless she showed up relatively shortly.<br/><br/>Canines of course didn't have the best conception of time. Some of that personality trait had necessarily made it's way down inside of Nanook's psyche. At this point he neglected to realize what thoughts of his were human and which weren't. Eventually it would probably have happened to Marissa in turn as well, especially if she had accepted the werewolf state as much as she had so far.<br/><br/>Even before she had knocked on his door, Nanook realized that there was breakfast waiting for him. His acute senses could smell it coming, even among the many foul odors that made up a city like this one. Opening the door, he grinned and tried to beckon her inside quickly, wondering what she would have thought of his apartment. Even though it had to harbor someone of his species, it actually wouldn't have looked too bad, and in fact it was quite neat.<br/><br/>She might have quickly noticed the posters on the wall being representative of bands and DJs that were probably outside of her normal listening interests, though. She might have also seen a few sculptures on a shelf that seemed to be carved from solid bone.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry that I had to be so short with you on the telephone, but I wanted to make sure no one else was listening in. I hope that you understand, because I never want to hurt you...even if I know now that you're becoming tough enough to take anything."<br/><br/>Then he took another deep whiff of that food. "Man that smells amazing, you really know how to pick them, do you know that?" The reason that he was so enthralled with the food was of course obvious, but perhaps not to her. Animals often think of food as the single first priority in life.