Eric was puttering around the kitchen when she woke up. She could hear him, and smell something... Sausage. Devine meat and some sort of herb mixture that had her mouth watering. It was something that she had never gotten used to, in all her fifteen years as a Wolf, her extra sensitive scent still threw her off. Of all the senses, for some reason, scent was still just so much to her. Today, though, she wasn't complaining. Something about that sausage. Damn, it smelled incredible. Better than anything Le Bernardin had, if you asked her half-asleep in the moment. She blearily sat up in her bed, still listening to her new roommate moving around.
Moving from her bedroom into the common area of the small apartment, she found him just where she expected through half-lidded eyes. "Hey," she greeted him, her hair a mess, still in her sleeping clothes.