He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, fingers still tingling from where they'd touched, like the prickle just before pins and needles set in. He hadn't bothered hiding his energy, the Alpha-ness that clung to him, showing who - what he was. Didn't seem much point, when he and Julian were the only lycanthropes in town.
"Aye," he murmured, looking her up and down. "Not really the outfit for chasing beasties." She looked young, to be out alone. And out chasing things that went bump in the night.