<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa, or her new counterpart, sniffed Nanook when he pressed his muzzle against hers. It took her a moment or two to recognize the scent and rub her muzzle against him in a sign of friendship. For now, that was what she offered. In the future, it might very well be more than that. But for now, Marissa was still learning how this new form worked. <br/><br/>So, as she did so, Marissa would only let herself feel. Not think, not reason, just feel and follow her newfound instinct. Later on, she would probably have many questions. Her rational side would probably require more than simply her new nature’s drive. But all of that would have to wait.<br/><br/>Once Nanook threw back his head and howled, Marissa watched him for a moment. It was a curious gaze, as though she was a little bit confused. It was all new to her, after all. Her confusion didn’t last long, though. In a brief moment, she was at Nanook’s side, and howling for the moon. <br/><br/>That moment shared with the other werewolf sparked something inside Marissa. Another one of those primal emotions she could control… She was thirsty for blood. It could almost be called bloodlust, which was strange in such a mild-mannered person as Marissa. But it was there, as a part of her new supernatural being, as a manifestation of that rage that burned inside her. <br/><br/>She didn’t know how to communicate that to her new partner just yet. Her tongue sticking out and licking her muzzle, though, might have given Nanook a hint. But all she could do at this moment was wait, as she didn’t know how to find safe targets yet. For now, she had to rely on him to show her where, and how. Therefore, she waited, albeit a little impatiently.</div>