Carr was bored, restless. He'd been putting off going to the bar that Molly had suggested, knowing he wasn't hard up for money just yet. Instead he'd decided to explore York a little more; as a wolf, rather than a man.
He stuck to back alleys and shadows, keeping out of people's way, just in case. He could smell something - someone familiar - and followed the scent until he got closer.
Approaching Molly slowly, his fur began to prickle. He stopped, sat, and quietly wuffed at her.