Tinker shifted and was pleasantly surprised at how simple it was. One minute a svelte light skinned human woman and the next, a long haired black wolf that stood nearly as high as the lynx mix that waited patiently for her.<br/><br/>They ran with the wind in their fur, free and without abandon, the surf dancing around their paws and the scent of fishy salt in their noses.<br/><br/>When at last they stopped, it was by a deserted small building with faucets set on curved pipes outside on concrete pads. Warren explained these were places to get water. Tinker stood up on her hind paws and leaned her weight on the handle until water gushed out on her. She was perplexed at first but was hot so the cool shower felt pretty good. Lapping at the water that streamed from the shower head, Tinker saw the stars swirling over head in the inky black sky.<br/><br/>While Warren drank, she looked out to sea, noticing only some red light, just pin pricks in the distance.<br/><br/>“Warren, have you noticed that at night, the sea and the sky become one? Does that mean the sea and the sky are mated?” she asked, in a dreamy tone.<br/><br/>Tinker walked over to some scrubby bushes growing in the sand, sniffing them. Finding nothing and no one under them, she crawled under, and turned around three times, with her nose pointed out to sea.<br/><br/>“I’m tired, Warren. Let’s rest here for a while.”