Warren had just finished eating when one of the saddest wolf songs hed ever heard tore through the diner. He looked around at the humans as even they felt the sadness from the lonely call. He pulled out his wallet and dropped money on the table. more than enough to pay for the bill and a good tip. He grabbed his large green hiking back pack and headed for the door. The sound of the call had tugged at his heart as he left the diner.<br/><br/>He was suddenly hit with the scent of a shifter. She was nearby, he could tell that. He briefly wondered if that was who had made the call. He shook his head as he walked toward the side of the building. His own scent was strong on the winter breeze. He knew it was a smell of crisp pine and cold clean water. he had grown up in the north, near the mountains. It was why his scent smelled the way it did.<br/><br/>He stopped at the corner of the building as he caught a flash of jet black fur in the light. -So, she was the one who made the call.- He said in his head as he slowly turned to get a better look at her. She was beautiful to be sure. But his own shift was twice the size of her he was certain.