It was a lot harder for Shane not to listen to the Wolf when he was a wolf himself, and the Wolf thought he was an idiot for chasing after a girl he didn't know instead of staying with the group. He still chased after her, though. She'd looked fragile, in some way.
Because she reminds you of your delicate little mate, the Wolf said. Shane growled in response. That wasn't it, not at all. The Wolf was restless, and thus needling even more than usual. You ought to just let me out, he coaxed. You're going to get yourself killed, getting caught and put in cages, running around saving human girls you don't know. This is not your territory.
He didn't stop following, though, not even when she walked out onto the beach. Had she really come this far away from the only people she knew in this time period to sit on a beach? It looked like it.
He loped across across the sand, slowing to a stop a short ways from her, sniffing the air. Fresh water, wet sand, smoke, the ever-present blood from down river in the Stockyards that he could pick up anywhere in the city, and the faint sweet scent of a girl, tinged with something wet. He edged up, dropped his clothes from his mouth, and padded around her to get her attention and make sure she hadn't frozen solid in the sand.