Mal nuzzled his nose against the woman's shoulder, trying to breathe in as much of her scent as possible. Her skull knocked into his nose a bit painfully and he gave a bewildered huff. He shifted, the air around him shimmering like waves of heat off pavement, and his wolf features slowly melted away. All that was left of the wolf was it's playful, mischievous green eyes, greener than the forest in summertime.

He rose up enough to give the girl some air, turned her onto her back, then resettled himself on her hips, straddling her and effectively pinning her to the ground. "Hi there." His voice was deep and smooth, with just a telltale hint of a rasp that gave it a slightly seductive cadence and the lightest hint of an accent. He reached down and wrapped a lock of her soft blond hair around his finger while she was still reeling from his shift.

"You smell really good. And a little bit like old person." He paused, looked her over with an amused glance, and continued. "You're a funny little thing. Are you from town, or are you just passing through?" he asked with a curious smile. There was nothing wicked or corrupt in his gaze. Just this friendly, oddly cheerful aura. Like a puppy, really.