Tinker and Warren walked a long way on the beach and watched the sun slowly sink into the sea. Once the sun went down, it wasn’t as hot, but Tinker noticed that her normally pale skin was taking on a brighter red hue. Even though the air coming from the ocean was cool, her skin still felt as if heat was radiating in little visible waves.<br/><br/>Warren, on the other hand, was just a nice brown color, not brown like a tree or a stone, but a little darker than the sand under her feet. He didn’t appear at all uncomfortable and Tinker decided that her imagination and lack of understanding about it meant to be human was what was compounding her discomfort. She walked along with him, content to hold his hand.<br/><br/>“You know, Warren, I haven’t been in season for a long time, I think that should be coming up. Mother kept track of the times and we younger females relied on her knowledge of these things. Do human’s come into heat and have a set time to mate? I feel out of my element with that lack of information, but then there are many things that I don’t quite understand. Like when I was in the kitchen, I didn’t know what the big silver box was, you know, the big one with the light inside? Or the small one underneath the sink? I don’t know what to do with that either. I liked the colors of the dishes, I think they are called. Those are pretty and I think people put their food on those. I like being a human, Warren and while I know there will be times, that I will have to be wolf, not because someone makes me, mind you, but, because I will need my wolf to remain an entire part of me.”