Warren followed Tinker. He wanted to see how well she followed her instincts. He was sure she would be fine. As a wolf born and staying a wolf she should have relied on her instincts most of her life. He vaugely wondered how old she was, and how she woud react to his own age. When she charged into a cave he yelled out in the pack speak.<br/><br/>~Wait! Never just run into a cave or empty home. Just because no one is here right now does not mean there is no danger.~ He lightly scolded her. He muttered a spell and his hand sprang a gold colored ord that faintly lit the cave. He saw signs of old inhabitants, but none were recent. In the back was a small clear pool of water and it was fed by a hole in the wall.<br/><br/>~This is a good place Tinker. I will shift, then we can go hunt.~ He spoke as he sat his back pack down then he concentrated and shifted. He shook his body. He was always stiff when he shifted to his animal form.