Warren listened to her questions. He was thinking them to himself..... What would they do now that they were on their own? Where would they go? Could the make their own pack? He shook his thoughts and focused on her questions.<br/><br/>"Cooking is what humans do to their food. As shifters we dont have to cook.... But somethings taste better the human way." He watched as the sun finished sinking, he had been surprised by her words.<br/><br/>He leaned into her as she leaned into him.<br/>"I love you too my mate...."<br/><br/>He sat there quiet for a moment then answered her other questions.<br/>"You can practice shifting anytime you want. But we have to make sure other humans dont see it. They know we exist..... But they dislike us. And that howling is what humans call music..... It is like their pack songs.... Some are angry, some sad. Others are romantic, lovely songs.... it depends on the one that sings the song...."<br/><br/>He stopped and looked out over the water.<br/>"I cant sing...... Cats have no voice to sing....... Only as a human can I sing." He wasnt quite sad about it.... but he was disappointed. He could never sing with his mate.... It hurt to think that....