Tinker lay down and chewed the ice from between her toes. Warren shed his human fur again and she watched closely as his body twisted, and reached. If the expression on his face as any indication, what he was doing was painful. Suddenly with a wet popping sound, his arms and legs lengthened and real fur sprang from his skin. His face flattened and his ears grew into pointy tufts. A tail unfurled and his dexterous hands turned into wide paws. She stopped her fervent gnawing to watch in fascination as Warren the man became Warren the beast.<br/><br/>Her eyes had quickly adjusted to the dark and she padded over to sniff his acrid feline scent, stronger now than when he was a man.<br/><br/>“Do you think many animals will be out in this storm?” she asked in pack speak.<br/><br/>Curiosity was strong in her, almost stronger than a hunger for meat. And she was tired as well as a little lazy but Tinker would follow where he led her and obey what he said to do. She was adrift and alone. For the first time in days, she felt at home.  And so what if Warren was a wanted man/ beast? She had no one to frown on her choice of companion.