The problem, Lauren had learned, was that running into weres before the scent of human had had time to fully come off the skin she wore just confused them. Particularly wolves, whose noses were better than most. She just had the bad luck to run into two werewolves on two separate occasions. Or rather, more than two, but only two who were close enough to get curious. At least they were both animals right now, so there couldn't be any awkward shifting and asking questions on his end.
She didn't move when the wolf approached, cautiously holding her position. He seemed friendly enough, and her initial wariness was slowly wearing off. She certainly wasn't going to attack; for one, that wasn't her style. For two, she was outnumbered. For three, it looked like a family group, if the size of the others was any indication.
So Lauren decided to just go with it; it was obvious they were weres, she wasn't a normal bobcat, and even if normal communication wasn't possible, there were some human gestures that were universal. Letting her tiny tail flick back and forth a bit, she leaned to one side far enough to be able to raise her right paw in an approximation of the unmistakable 'high five' position. Awkward with a cat body, but not impossible. A wordless feline, "Sup?"