Martha
It had felt good, being able to slip his skin. Okay, the change was a pain and a half, really, but it felt better once it was done. And the woods around the old town had provided plenty that he could hunt and eat. Nothing too big because it would be wasted on a single wolf, but more than enough to satisfy his own hunger after he shifted. He was still running the woods when the sun rose and, since Jean-Claude hadn't called him back, he figured it was all right.
Somewhere around noon, he finally shifted back, pulling on a pair of shorts to make the trip back and get a shower. It was mid afternoon before he came back out, clean and rested from a short nap, but still in jean cutoffs and a white tank top as he padded upstairs and grinned, noting Martha. He walked over, slipping his arms around her from behind. "Hi, gorgeous."