Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

Claire felt like a deer caught in the trucks headlights as the man walked over. What was her luck with finding men. She's never seen one until the past few days and all of a sudden that's all she was running into. She should be shell-shocked by now, should be running for the hills, she should just shift and go and live in the woods. But it wasn't safe for someone her size as it was already proven. She was meant to be a part of a pack with others to watch her very troublesome back.

She righted herself in the snow, doing a few hops to keep her feet out of the substance she used to love but right now loathed. It was generally easier to shift where she could just leave her shirt and pants and not worry about leaving sneakers behind. Her eyes were wide, watching him as he studied the scene around her and she let him take it all in. "My pants?" She asks and follows his gaze down to the undone zipper and button, "Oh!" She exclaims, swiftly doing up the button and zipper in one fluid move.

As he assaults her with questions she could only stare at him, he was human, she wasn't sure what he was supposed to look or smell like. But he seemed normal enough. "Umâ€"" she pauses while trying to gather her thoughts, "Uhmâ€"I was looking for shoes." She pauses again to listen to his questions, "You sound like Nathaniel. Do you always ask so many questions?" She asks this while she bends to pick up the trash cans to put them in the correct spot and move around them towards him.

She leans in closer, staring up at him through her thick lashes. "Do you have sharp teeth?" She asks, suddenly, her mother used to tell her myths of humans to scare her into behaving. She did read books but she was sure the authors just left those tidbits out. She turned to let her gaze shift down to her feet, a common enough thing when she was around men.

"Iâ€"think so. I justâ€"" she pauses again, she really wanted that meat, "â€"I just lost my way." Would be believe her? She certainly wouldn't if she had seen a young man or woman barefoot and a bit disheveled, it would definitely raise some red flags. She pulled in her bottom lip, chewing on it to try and decide what to do. Should she go with him, figure out where she was and gain his pity? She thinks so. Tears fill her eyes, "Iâ€"could use help. Please, its just so cold," Yes, she would play on his pity and maybe she could finagle the food away from him. She was just too lazy to go out and hunt, determined to try and fit into the human world.