The crab meat was good and Tinker wanted to know if Warren knew how to cook it.<br/><br/>“So cooking is what you do when you are human?” she inquired between licking her paws clean and then her whiskers.<br/><br/>“We haven’t been human since I had changed. Are we far enough away from other packs that I can practice shifting again? I would like to see if my human fur will come to me. No, it isn’t fur, its, um.. clothes, if my clothes will come to me.”<br/><br/>Tinker rolled over on the sand and thrashed around, making pleasurable little growls.<br/>“I wish I could purr like you do. That is how I feel. Content and happy.”<br/><br/>She rolled to her feet and shook the sand from her fur.<br/><br/>“You mentioned a couple of times that we could stay around here for a while. Where will we stay Warren? I don’t know this land very well.”<br/><br/>The sun was going down and in the distance two people were walking along the surf and a pretty sound, almost as lovely as a wolf howl sounded very clear.<br/><br/>“With someone like you, a pal good and true, I’d like to leave it all behind and go and find some place that’s known by God alone. Just a spot to call our own, We’ll find our perfect peace, where joys never cease, out there beneath a kindly sky.<br/>Well build a sweet little nest, somewhere in the West and let the rest of the world go by.”<br/><br/>“Warren, did you hear that howling? That is really a nice thing to build a nest under the kindly sky, but sometimes the sky rains. And we didn’t go West, we went South, but I like that howling. It sounds like us.”<br/><br/>Tinker sat next to Warren and leaned against him.<br/>“I love you,” she said simply as the sun sank into the sea.