The wet and rain-streaked were-boy showed his set of blunt teeth glinting from the dim streetlight overhead, a clearcut warning to her. Such hostility and all she had done was approach the out of place stranger and perhaps a slight disregard for personal space. Maybe she should have waited to see what he planned to do and yet, as always, boredom had a way of winning out. Yet, to him, her presence was a disruption to his plan. Neighbourhood watch would have been so very proud in her proactive action even if she had not actually meant to stop a crime.

Everything about the boy screamed animal... but which one? She could already tell he was a were. Something of predatory nature with a snarl like that. A cat? A wolf? A badger? The rain and the distance kept his scent a little more than an occasional tease, even with her enhanced sense of smell. Although it did little to deter her. Morgan rarely felt intimidated, rather seeing a puzzle of some kind to determine. There was something about him. Something... familiar she could not quite place.

It was impressive that this dark-haired lurker boy didn't so much as yield a single inch of his ground, even upon her approach. Even though all he did was puff up his in warning that all she could wonder was if he was all bark and little bite. Not that she anticipated to bite her in that form. Warning after warning she ignored, a she contently called his bluff. Truly, the lurker had little options besides flee or fight... or better yet... to remain civil. Yet he did none of those things and that was what only her made her all the more curious. After all, why did he get so up in arms if he were truly that innocent. Was any one truly innocent? How well she knew the answer to that very question.

But that was not what she inquired as she brought up the neighbours and what they might think of a prowler peeking into their private dwellings. It was met with a temporary consideration from him. Not that she expected it to last long with how tense he appeared. His reply was just as abrasive as his attitude. Truly, he should have been 'happy' for her company if for little else other than to not be the cops who would be far less chatty. However, the vampire with the innocent doll-like features did not appear perturbed in the slightest, his grated retort only earning him an all-knowing grin to her lips. He thought he could rat her out, for what exactly? It wasn't like she was hiding her species from anyone. How wrong he was. Morgan eyed him with a little sympathy, despite the blatant discrimination of her kind. "You don't think they know? They welcomed us here, with a welcome wagon and all. Well, except for the little old lady down the street. Hm, I am certain she hates us, me in particular. Anywaay, I believe the house you were lurking brought the welcome cookies on the first day, the neighbours beside them brought a slightly burnt casserole... and another brought gluten free... anti-everything muffins." She peered at him with the bright electric blue eyes that appeared startling in the gloom, did he understand now? She was welcome here... and he was.. She couldn't decide what he was besides agitated.

She had been far too busy explaining that she missed the increasing shiver to his body at first. But the moment she did, it provoked a frown of confusion that pressed to her feminine brow, growing distracted by it, by him. It was as though she could see the unnatural ripple of his body, even beneath his too wet clothing that drably clung to him. A charged signature of magic crackled in the air like static... even with the fat, wet raindrops that assaulted them both without discrimination he seemed to have against her.

"What the devil are you doing?" She queried before she heard the first loud crack of his body rearranging in answer, the sound of bone snapping shortly after like breaking dried twigs. She was close enough to see it all so clearly, even with his wet clothing still clinging to his body.

His body began contort and change into odd angles. With widened eyes, the vampire couldn't look away. She could not believe he would do this so out in the open, so vulnerable to her. She couldn't even pry her eyes away even if she wanted to. How was anyone else not seeing this right now? It was a shift! She have never seen one before so close.. never saw how utterly captivating and violent a process it was. Morgan would never tire of seeing such a thing. It defied the way a body should appear. Even with her own shapeshifting powers... it did not ever look like that. It was far gentler and refined, lady like. It didn't hurt. Not like this appeared to.

It didn't take long before he was hunched over, brokenly, over on the wet-glistening sidewalk like he might wretch. She refused to miss a thing, ignoring the cold rain that was quickly dampening her bone-white locks. Her lips parted in awe as he writhed, a hand drawn smoothly to bring slender fingers to her lips as a feminine gasp escaped her. My, oh my.

She was almost sad that it was over so quickly, his clothes reduced to a pile of shredded fabric by the time he was finished. A large, menacing black dog stood in the place of where that cantankerous man had been just moments before. It made perfect sense! The growling and the snarling. It would have suited a wolf better even though he looked somehow reminiscent of one to a degree. He was entirely a canine of the domestic variety. A dog. Dogs were not meant to be wild. Strays never survived well on their own.. even she knew that. They were meant to have an owner of some kind... maybe he did have one.

Morgan couldn't help but stare at him, looking deeply into those intelligent brown eyes before taking in that new form. He finally matched that guttural snarl he directed towards her. Just as aggressive as he looked with his tail held high and tense, his teeth now pointed like they were designed to maim. She didn't move, didn't move beyond her unnerving, unblinking stare down with the dog despite how close to a challenge it could have appeared to be. Two vastly different versions of predators and still, predators no less. A slow smile found her defined, plump lips, showing her elongated fangs before a glimmer of amusement finally danced upon her youthful features. She exclaimed, all too abruptly and loudly, uncaring who overheard amongst the patter of the rain fall. "Aren't you just an adorable dog! With all your silly snarling, I thought you would at least be a wolverine." She trilled.

She fought that initial urge to step forward as she raised her hand in a loose fist, save for one pale, perfect finger that extended into a point. So close to those threatening jaws. A telltale gesture of a command before losing the battle and stole one last step forward. All as she fought the urge to run her fingers though his tempting thick fur. "Sit, doggy." She commanded, content with clear anticipation, the most unusual defining moment existing between the pair.

All dogs knew that simple command, she was certain, just as certain as she waited for him to obey.