<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa might one day reach that point where she would see herself as one with her wolf. For now, though, this was still way too new for her to actually grasp that herself and the wolf were two parts of a same being, not two different beings as her and the other one had previously been. For now, she would simply enjoy the new feelings and sensations that came from the wolf’s presence within her.<br/><br/>Pushing reason and thoughts aside, Marissa focused on instinct and the feelings her senses could bring in - the sight of the beautiful full moon light, the scents all around her, the breeze brushing against her fur, everything she could hear. There was one sense missing, though. She wasn’t tasting anything that could give her a sense of her new nature.<br/><br/>Howling with Nanook brought her a sense of this new nature that she probably wouldn’t have otherwise had. And also a sense of community, as though they were, with that shared moment, becoming a part of the same pack. She wasn’t thinking about the possibility of becoming his mate for now. That would have to wait until she got used to her own nature, one in which ‘mates’ were a real and possible thing, and chosen out of instinct.<br/><br/>When Nanook moved and started running, Marissa hesitated for just a moment. Or rather spent this moment preparing to follow after him. She was getting used to this new form, after all. After some clumsy attempts at running, Marissa managed to follow closely as Nanook ran ahead. She could follow his scent anyway, so there wasn’t a problem if she lost sight of him as he went. At least this sense was already in full function for her.<br/><br/>It took a while for Marissa to pick up that other scent, as she was too focused on Nanook and not losing track of him. The new scent got to her nostrils soon, though, and she picked up her pace. It was more for curiosity than for actually knowing the scent - something that she didn’t, since her sense of smell had not been that accurate before the change - that she followed this new scent to see what was happening.<br/><br/>Looking at the people the scent belonged to, though, sparked Marissa’s memory. She remembered them. And she remembered what they liked to do. More than once or twice, she had had to take care of some poor girl they had tried - or managed - to abuse while in the club or the surrounding areas. And sometimes it involved some poor boy being beat up for trying to stand up for the girl.<br/><br/>A low growl escaped Marissa’s muzzle, but she didn’t attack just yet. Still unsure about the rules of her new universe, Marissa turned those hungry blue eyes to her companion, as though waiting for some indication about whether or not she was allowed to satisfy her bloodthirst there.</div>