Well, even if she was drunk, at least she was being smart. Her stillness was wise, for if he had been a real wolf he would have been put out by any sort of movement at all. Thankfully for her sake, he wasn't a real wolf, and he wasn't going to attack her if she made any sudden movements. He wasn't intending on being mean to her, even if he could have had a little bit of fun running her around.
Mircea huffed and then leaned his head into her scratchings. No matter how human he was in there, he still loved a good scratching. It was so hard to reach his ears with his paws, after all, and they did itch sometimes. Another negative about being an animal. You had the fun of catching all sorts of critters. Ear mites, fleas. Not that Mircea hadn't had those in his hundred years of living, particularly before the advent of any good soap and shampoo products, but they were still just as unpleasant now as they had been then.
He sat down on his haunches right beside her, his tail thumping in the dirt. He snuffled and sneezed again. She really did reek of alcohol.