[centre][color=00a651][i][h3]Connor[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: The woods
Interacting with:[@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa[/centre]

People might consider it crazy to stay in a wood, after everything that had happened to Connor in them, but right then it seemed better to do so, then to stay in town where questions would be asked. Connors truck was parked nearby, but he had acquired a air mattress, and was currently curled slightly on it, his tall frame would otherwise overhang the small air filled mattress. The remains of a fire were nearby, and he was in a sleeping bag, a blanket thrown aside. 

He seemed to sleep like the dead, not even aware of Vanessa's footsteps, and only woke when she shook him. He blinked blearily, sitting up, he ran a hand through his messy hair, and rubbed sleep out of his eyes, looking to Vanessa he cleared his throat. [color=8dc73f]"uh. Good morning"[/color] he glanced up to the sky as if to assure himself it was morning, before looking back to Vanessa.

Connor had had a lot of time to consider things. It seemed that he couldn't deny that what happened as real, now that Vanessa was in front of him. He had considered all that had happened that night, thinking it through as he tried to figure out hope shape shifting was possible. The simple physics of it all denied it was possible, and yet obviously it was. Using logic, you could then think that perhaps there was some magic to it. If werewolves existed, didn't that mean things like magic did too? But then that seemed even more implausible. He had gone round and round like that for the last week, and had not reached a conclusion beyond the fact that it was real. 

He breathed in deeply, the forests sent, somehow life, dirt, trees and the animals that made it, was for a moment overwhelmed by a similar sent, that seemed deeply earth, after a rain. It was oddly comforting to Connor, and he traced it Vanessa. It hasn't taken Connor long to figure out that he was experiencing heightened senses, but he had grown use to it over the weeks since his attack, his fathers death that he hadn't noticed it, until he began to contemplate what he now was. [color=8dc73f]"I was beginning to think it was all a grief stricken nightmare, but obviously not. How are the teens? It's not easy getting over a wolf attack, even if they did heal amazingly fast. And then everything else"[/color] Connor didn't come right out to ask for an explanation, but it was there.