Terran bristled at her touch, still on edge, for good measure. He was always being watched, it didn't matter where he was, something always wanted him dead.<br/><br/>He didn't pull completely away though, her hand in his fur tugged at something in his chest. The werewolf side of him...the need to be touched...to be fussed over, loved, needed by someone else.<br/><br/>His vampiric side fought with it constantly but for once, he let his wolf side win and stayed still, letting her run her fingers through his now-silky, but matted, fur.