The werwolf snorts, then issues a series of barks and growled orders. The pack, after a minute, disperses, splitting off, either to continue hunting, or to return to their dens. Once they'd departed, she nodded to him, and shifted back to her human form, the small, blond, waifish human girl. Stark naked, too, though that didn't seem to bother her nearly as much as it did when they first met. She'd grown lean, but strong; while she wasn't going to be running with the pack in this form... she wasn't entirely helpless, either. "I haven't forgotten... but it's easier to let the wolf run free than try to control it," she said, with a smile. "How are you, then?"