Ren has experienced many things in her life thus far. She's forged friendships with perfect strangers, having laughed and smiled with those she'd met during her journey since leaving the familiar comforts of her parents' home. Some of those souls had once been wary and alone, lost and stumbling aimlessly when she'd found them while others had been bright and open-hearted, eager for the companionship she effortlessly offered to any who might let her in. It was often that she looked back on those memories made, wondering how those she'd had to leave behind were faring in their day-to-day lives. It had, in a way, been hard for the were woman to leave them behind... and it certainly went without saying that there were days she would find herself missing them. In those moments, she would write them a letter wishing them well and letting them know that she thought fondly of them often. Yes, she missed those friends who no longer walked through each day with her, but despite the wishful thinking, she always manages to find comfort in remembering those moments where they'd gone on spontaneous adventures. Whether it had been simply going for a midnight meal at a local diner and talking about anything and everything they could think of, making hot chocolate and popcorn while watching movies together, or exploring forest trails rarely travelled and discovering hidden waterfalls or hot springs where they'd often go swimming, Ren cherished each of those shared memories. Every one of them held a special place in her heart, the were woman having kept many of them in a small photo album, her thoughts easily imagining the worn and faded leather book that she always kept close to her and often on the nightstand beside her bed, no matter where life carried her.

She'd seen and done so many things, tried learning to surf on warm coastal shorelines, dared to taste festival foods unlike anything she'd ever seen or smelled, sat upon the hood of her little hatchback and watched with awestruck amazement as fireworks burst into a dark night sky in a spectacular display over a moonlit lake, danced with carefree abandon in the middle of a flash mob...

These were but a small handful of memorable moments the were woman had been fortunate enough to experience, and yet, she couldn't think of another time where she'd been been brought into the home of a stranger and had a bed made for her. Even more so, she'd never expected the hunter to make a bed for her in his own. The feline remembers sitting there at the end of his bed, ocean-blue eyes trailing after Bjorn as he went about what she imagined was his nighttime routine. She had loafed comfortably as he'd showered, listening to the faint sound of running water, only to stretch out on her side and doze blissfully as he'd pulled those blankets and the worn, grey hoodie into he'd been in earlier that day into a nest. And, when he'd invited her to join him as he slid under the covers and gestured to the bed he'd crafter for her, the feline had perked up, ears twitching in surprise. While there's been a time or two when a human had unknowingly scooped her up into their arms and taken her home, the were woman had never been invited to such a thing. She'd had beds made for her before with old blankets or towels in a kitchen or laundry room, but never anything like this! She'd hardly hesitated then, a bright mew the best 'thank you' she could manage, before delightedly curling into the warmth of both the thoughtfully made nest and his strong frame. How she'd purred so happily last night, snugly tucked into his chest! She could hardly remember the last time she'd shared a bed with another, and she certainly hadn't expected the absolute comfort that had so enveloped her in that moment. Perhaps it had simply been that long since last she'd been this close to someone else, though she was almost entirely certain that had she chosen to wander the southern district in her human form, that would not have been how her night would have gone. Regardless, the were woman knew she would never forget last night, not for a thousand lifetimes.

It had been to the soft and rhythmic beating of his heart, the warmth of his closeness, and the quiet yet restful sound of his breathing that Ren had contentedly slipped away into a peaceful slumber of her own, her last conscious thought having been that she would need to thank Bjorn properly - and apologize for the likely surprise he would endure - when the sun would rise over the city.

Ren had awakened well before the first light of dawn, but such was rather ordinary for the were woman. The feline had blinked the sleep away from ocean-blue eyes and turned to watch the still-sleeping hunter, his sides rising and falling steadily as he remained lost within the embrace of deep sleep.'I wonder if he's dreaming... he looks so peaceful'... She had hoped that, if he were dreaming, it was only of good things. After all, as the feline watched him for a moment longer, she realizes that she wished he would seem as peaceful in his waking moment as he did now instead of the melancholy which had filled his hazel gaze as they sat together beneath that tree in the southern district. For a moment, the were woman finds it hard to leave the warmth of his bed... doesn't want to pull away from him as he lays there asleep. She'd wanted to see his eyes open, watch as the weak morning sunlight would filter through the linen curtains and touch his face gently. And yet, she knows that if she wanted to thank him, she would need to shift in order to do so. Gently, the feline moves gets to her paws and grasps the worn grey hoodie in her teeth before moving to the edge of the bed and leaping down.'This should work for now, don't wanna give him too much of a fright'... After all, she was fairly certain that the last thing Bjorn, Mayu, or Raven would want to see in the morning would be a naked woman standing in the kitchen, and without any of her clothes here, Ren would just have to make due with what was available to her, this of course being the hoodie that would at least be able to cover up those more... well, sensitive parts of her. She pads silently across his bedroom and into the bathroom on the other side. Letting go of the hoodie, she moves to the door and oh, so carefully brushing her side against the wood, thankful that it didn't squeak even a little as the feline manages to close it almost entirely.

She doesn't force it the rest of the way, though, uncertain as to if the sound of the door clicking closed would wake him or not. As long as she was safely hidden from view should he suddenly stir in his sleep, everything would be fine.

Only moments later, a petite woman with long, silken ebony hair dressed in nothing but the oversized grey hoodie gingerly pushes open the bathroom door, ocean-blue eyes glancing from behind the partially opened door and back to the bed where Bjorn was still sleeping. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, she tip-toes silently out of his room, through the small hallway and past the guest room where the were woman could only just hear the restful breathing of the huntresses on the opposite side of the closed door. Smiling softly to herself, Ren makes her way down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. Bare feet reach the hardwood flooring and she moves into the kitchen, admiring for only a moment the granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. Making her way towards the fridge, she opens the door and searches through its contents, noticing the package of bacon, the carton of eggs, a jug of orange juice... Pleased to see that the hunter had these food items, she removes each one and places them on the counter near the stove. She begins looking through each cupboard until she can find bread. Placing that alongside the eggs, she moves to a doorway that appears to be a pantry, and it was here that she finds a bag of potatoes. Perfect! Everything the were woman needed to make breakfast for her three new friends! Satisfied with her findings, Ren now begins looking through the other cupboards for a few frying pans and some other cooking utensils. Just like the food items she'd discovered, these were also relatively easy for her to find, especially considering she'd never been in this kitchen except when Bjorn brought her, Raven, and Mayu to his home for warmth and pleasant - albeit brief - conversation. It had been a seemingly long day for the three dark hunters yesterday, and while they'd seemed content in talking casually over coffee and pastries as Ren had been flopped on her side at Bjorn's feet, purring as she blissfully dozed there listening in silence, entirely unable to partake in those topics at the time, they'd been keen to retire for the evening.

Gently pushing away the lingering thoughts from the night before, the were woman busies herself with preparing breakfast, humming happily to herself as she worked on her task at hand. No, it probably wouldn't entirely take away from the surprise likely in store for her friends, but at least it would be a good way to begin explaining things.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the aromas of french toast, hashbrowns, and scrambled eggs. With the sleeves of the grey hoodie pushes up to her elbows, she made quick work of getting the coffee pot set up and started before moving back to the bacon that was beginning to pop and sizzle in the skillet on the stone when the soft sound of footsteps caught those ever heightened senses of the were woman. Even through the delicious smells of the breakfast that was nearly complete, Ren knew Bjorn's scent immediately. She was only just flipping over a strip of bacon in the oil when his masculine voice reaches the were woman, his footsteps nearing until they suddenly stopped. The were woman turns around, ocean-blue eyes blinking from behind dark eyelashes as she offers the hunter a radiant smile."Good morning, Bo!", she says brightly, entirely away of the shock that burns brightly within his hazel gaze. She can see the tension in his frame as he stares at her in disbelief, although this was just about what she'd expected. His question is spoken gruffly and he attempts to place a stern expression upon his features then, and yet he still doesn't seem able to hide the sheer surprise that the were woman can feel falling from him in figurative waves."Well, you were calling me Pretty Lady yesterday, but most know me as Ren", she answers, an subtly apologetic yet gentle smile upon her lips as she turns back to the bacon she was nearly finished with."I hope you don't mind, but I decided to make breakfast to thank you for making me that really cozy bed last night", she adds then, removing the hot skillet form the burner."Oh, and, I kinda had to borrow this...", she continues, now turning her slender frame to face Bjorn as she gestures with a hand to the hoodie."I assumed that this would probably be more modest than the alternative", she says, a soft note of laughter mingled with her words. She watches him curiously now, her bright ocean-blue gaze steady upon Bjorn, remaining by the stove so that he didn't feel crowded as his mind likely worked to make sense of what exactly was happening at this point in time.

Besides, it probably wasn't standard morning routine for the dark hunter to find a half-naked Asian woman making breakfast for him in his own kitchen, and Ren wanted to do the best she could to... well, make this all a little less shocking that it (understandably) was.