They ran, for sheer joy and abandon, Warren and Tinker. Tinker found that she could almost keep up with Warren’s longer stride and her energy lasted much longer than it had previously.<br/><br/>“Are we there yet?” she asked in pack speak for the millionth time.<br/><br/>Warren had quit answering her but would run a little faster as a way of retort. As the sun began to fall over the middle section of the sky but no where near to setting, Tinker began to smell human smells, like smoke and food cooking. What she didn’t smell was the rancid scent like that thing that hit her in the road.<br/><br/>“Warren, I thought you said this was a pack?” she asked, running up next to him.” I smell wolf but I also sense something not wolf about the air. Do these shifters live as humans and not as wolves? Is this where you said I will  meet females to help me make the shift properly? Warren, slow down, I have a lot of questions? Warren, Warren. “<br/><br/>Finally she ran in front of him and planted her feet, a snarl on her lips.<br/><br/>“Warren, what if they don’t like me?”