He woke slowly with the dim dawn light. It was colder, much colder than it had been the day before. A sure sign of a coming snow storm. He listened to their surroundings for a bit before slowly standing without waking the wolf next to him. In the dim light her fur had a slight sheen to it. Sleek and black, she was pleasant on the eyes. Her form overall was smaller than a normal shifters, but he supposed it might be because he had never shifted before. He sat and pondered that. As a shifter she should have naturally shifted when she was a child or young pup. But yet he sensed that she either hadnt, or it had been too brief a shift to have a lasting effect on her. He shook his head. It didnt matter right now.<br/><br/>He shifted and his clothes returned to him. He picked up his bag then gently tried to wake her. He put a hand on her shoulder and gently shook while trying to wake her through pack speech.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">~Tinker.... Wake up, it is time to go. We must find shelter before the storm hits.~</span>He stroked the fur on her head gently as he waited for her to wake.