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Cyra turned considering, staring at the fire once again. After several moments she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, smiling in a way that revealed her wolf nature, "I don't see why not, although you should know that I almost never sleep in my human form." She was forever more comfortable in her wolf form, and certainly it handled the weather and terrain better. Plus, most people thought twice about bothering a wolf over a person sleeping in the middle of the forest. She had completely avoided several tourists, troopers and who knows who else by doing so. All in all it was simply easier for her to exist in her wolf form, other than the slight social drawbacks, but that was why she could freely shift.

Cyra smiled slightly, a more human smile. She looked at him before gesturing to the supplies, "No, you take the tent. The weather doesn't really get through a wolf's coat, and I am more than content to sleep right on the soft earth. Plus, do you really want your stuff to be covered in wolf hair, or for that matter smell like dog for the next few weeks?" Slowly she stood although she didn't move away from the fire yet.

Cyra looked at the man, raising one eye brow, "Oh? You think that braving the shedding of a canine is a small matter? I beg to differ, as once I saw a man taken down by a fluff ball made from dog hair." Her tone turned to a mock considering, "Of course, there was a dog under all the fur, but still there was a lot of fluff." As she was talking however her mind was slightly elsewhere. She could see his attraction, and curiously, she was having just a touch of trouble getting her two sides to agree on how she felt about that. How odd, it has been decades since us two have split. I rather hope it doesn't effect my control. The two sides becoming one was what allowed her to shift freely after all.

Her head tilted to the side slightly as she considered, "I didn't know vampires had allergies. Well, beyond what the legends claim anyway, but both you and I know that legend isn't set in stone." She glanced up at the sky, again right about where the moon should have been. When she looked back she was grinning slightly, "Unfortunately when I shift to a fluff ball, the teeth are automatically included, 42 in all. Fortunately I am pretty good at looking before I snap."

Wherever it was in her mind the two sides considered each other, their thoughts and debate centering on one thing, the man standing in front of them. The human side was good as far as pretty much everything went, it was the wolf side that was reluctant, and considering how Cyra had worked as hard as she had to become as wolf like as possible, it was the iffy side that was winning, little questions dancing through her mind. But still, even the wolf who usually classified everyone as flat faced and related a little over half of all people as sheep grudgingly admitted that he was not a sheep, and while still flat faced was handsome enough that she might be able to overlook that.

Cyra smiled, although it was slightly guarded. "Exactly that. My wolf side isn't the most trusting, and tends not to let other people as near as they like to think they are. I get just a touch...hmmm....maybe prickly is the right word?...whatever that works- when others start getting too close, close enough that I might just start to trust them." She turned, her eyes reflecting the firelight as no true human's did, "You know, you told me some of your story, but I haven't told you mine."

Cyra shrugged slightly, "My birth and childhood was brief, harsh, and preferably forgotten but the mind isn't so conforming. It is enough to say that my family was of the untouchable class and worth less than the dust on my boots. Still, we had each other, and we were family, and family was always there, would never hurt you, would always protect you, no matter what." She turned, beginning to pace as movement helped to clear her head, "Still, lowest of the low is hard, harder for someone with my personality. Fortunately an old hermit sought me out, drawn by those very traits that made life hard for everyone. He gave me work, shelter, food, anything I wanted. He was the werewolf that changed me, as soon as I was at an age about the same as his when he had turned. My family acted as if they were happy for me, being instantly brought up to his class, given fine clothes, horses, sheep, anything. What I wanted was far easier to give though. I loved, and still love, being a wolf, and everything about being a wolf. Ah those were happy years, learning the arts of being a wolf who was also a human. Plus learning how the world worked and how to see both what was visible and what was really there. But nothing gold can stay." She made a soft snarling sound, coming to a complete stop, "My creator was killed by my nephew, who while having a family dinner, took the family heirloom, a silver knife, and drove it through my creator's eye. They watched as he died, all of them, before turning on me. They burned the house, and the fields, and chased me around the woods with who knows what. The next full moon I showed up on their doorstep." She turned, starting to pace slowly again, "For the most part I did alright with what little education I had. No doubt it helped that I had full control over myself and the change. That was the first thing I learned, although most it takes years to even come close to being able to do. The key is in the mentality. I threw away my humanity willingly and gave myself to being a wolf. Lived for the full moon, and thus my two sides come together into one, most of the time."

He cupped his head in his hand as he regarded the female.

"It seems we've both befriended the most unlikely people. I apologize for your past but no doubt it has made you stronger, yes?"

He tilted his head in curiosity, much akin to a wolf itself.

"What is it that you sense, Cyra?"