Warren was intrigued by the shifter. She had followed him, but had decided not to stay near him obviously. he decided to follow her. there was something interesting about her that drew him to her. He followed her out of the town, using a spell he had learned to hide himself. She wandered for a few hours and he watched as she used her senses to hunt a place to bed down. The snow had slowly started getting worse. He sighed when she found a cave. He waited until it was dark before aproaching. It had been hours and his senses told him she was asleep. He silently knelt by her. He saw her almost imperceptible shivering. He sighed and laid a gentle hand on her and then used a strong spell.<br/><br/>They appeared in his room. He took her gear and sat it on the dresser. He left her bow and arrows beside the bed. He knew if she was like himself, her weapons would be the first thing she reached for when she woke up. He sat in a chair by the window and watched the snow outside. He pondered why he was so drawn to her. It was strange.... Most shifters just hated him. They scented him and instantly disliked the "Half-breed".<br/><br/>Half-breed shifters were rare few and far between. But they were persecuted. never accepted by most shifter communities. He was no different. So he just avoided shifter packs or groups. Each shifter species had their own 'pack' type groups, though under different names. he shook his head. It was late and he needed sleep. He rose and checked her before going out and sitting on the porch. He slept lightly, his senses still functioning even as he slept.