Jake looked up at the young woman as she entered the small cabin. He was somewhat surprised to see her, as he did not smell her scent as she approached. The beginning of the storm did a good job of covering the girl's scent, as his nose normally did an extraordinary job of helping him notice the smells of nearby creatures.<br/><br/>Despite his appearance as a man in his mid twenties, he was in fact a werewolf. He could shift his form to look like an abnormally large wolf with a rich chocolate colored fur coat. When groomed properly at least. If he didn't get the chance to wash his fur well, it grew rather knotted and rough.<br/><br/>At this moment however, he looked nothing like the great furred creature that he enjoyed running about as so much. Jake's short brown hair was a little scruffy, and he had a bit of stubble. A lot easier to manage than a full body of hair. That was one thing he likes about his human form. The clothes were a bit annoying though. His roughed up jeans and ruffled red plaid shirt were rather uncomfortable in comparison to his wolf form's coat. However, they were necessary to stay warm at times, and when trying to blend in with humans.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0080">"Mind if I stick around too? The rain caught me by surprise."</span>He heard the woman say, jarring him out of his thoughts and to the presence.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000">"No, not at all miss."</span>Jake said, standing from his chair by the fire, revealing his impressive height.<span style="color: #804000"> "I saw the clouds coming in a while ago, so I set myself up here. Here, have a seat, get some rest."</span><br/><br/>To be honest, he it wasn't the clouds that told him the storm was coming. It was that "sixth sense" that canines seemed to have. As for the chair, he did not really need it himself. He did not tire as easily as humans, and the young woman before him looked like she'd been walking around for some time.