Liann stepped out and spotted the shifter on the bench. He was asleep, or seemed to be. How could he be comfortable sleeping like that? Walking over Liann doubted that her presence wasn't known so she just stood there her arms crossed as she looked him over. The smell of him was clearer, stronger, and she was able to place another piece to the puzzle. He was a mixed-breed, part of him smelled of the wolf-shifter she was so used to, but there was a distinct smell of a cat coming off him. That's why he was alone, she heard about half-breeds, they were usually looked down upon, they were different and sometimes considered as something less than dirt. Unconsciously she touched her scar in thought.<br/><br/>She wasn't much of a cat person, but the idea of him being mixed for some reason didn't disgust her as most shifter would have reacted. Liann was actually intrigued and very curious to know more about him, what scared her was that she wasn't sure why she was so drawn to him. "Hey," Liann said her voice loud and forceful. "Are you up?"