Warren listened to her story. He didnt interrupt but he nodded respectfully at the end. He knew the kind of loss she had felt. Because he suffered a similar thing.<br/><br/>-I've been alone a very long time. I judge you to be a good age, over 80 at least. I am past a hundred..... And I have spent much of that time alone. You see I am a hybrid. I am a Lynx-wolf. A powerful and rare hybrid. I am feared and hated by some. Respected and honored by others. And hunted by yet others. I lost my parents when I was 17, they were killed because of what i was. My mother was a Lynx who couldnt shift, my father was a Wolf. Since then I have moved around. I have lived in many places, many countries. I havent had a home in over 60 years. i never stay in one place longer than a few days. I have fought two wars for this country. I served in Vietnam, and in World War Two. Im an old shifter. I have learned many things in my travels. It is also why i was leaveing you. I thought I had found yet another pack. I wished to avoid any arguments or hostilities. Also, for the last 40 years I have been chased by a certain pack. I dont know why, and I honestly dont think it matters. I need to stay moving or hidden from them.-<br/><br/>He sighed and looked around. -My name is Warren Tempest. And now you know more about me than anyone else has in over 70 years.-<br/><br/>He stopped and pondered what had prompted him to tell her everything. It was strange. She was the first shifter he had met in a long time that he was comfortable around. it confused him. He didnt understand why he was so comfortable around her.