Sam had run off after Tommy. The plan was to confront the thieving jackass, but as he ran, he noticed the scenery changed. There was snow on the ground, and that just wasn't something that normally happened in Louisiana. He sniffed at the air. No, not normal at all.
Rather than freeze to death, he opted for a furry body. Before he shifted, he balled his clothes up the best he could, tying them into a small bundle that he could find later. A quick burial of clothes, naked was not the way to be in the snow, he shifted down into a form that was his comfort zone. A collie. The color probably was a little off, but so much felt off here.
He moved quickly and carefully through the snow, working his way to the smell of a city. With city living was death, with any living was death. That was how it went. He would find out why he was in a wintry setting, in a place that smelled nothing like home. He came upon the death first, and in this place of death stood a woman. She smelled like...hospital? No, that couldn't be right.
He finally settled not far off from the woman and watched. Cold, but not as cold as he had been. Then again, all shifters ran a little warm. He could wait.