Ash watched the pinecone tumble away from the pair and eventually come to a stop and turned to her companion, her face immediately softening and forcing a sort of half smile. So either he was born a werewolf or he was turned when he was too young to remember... Her hand found its place again on his shoulder, "Well, we'll see if we can figure it out together then, won't we? But for the moment, I'm famished. Wanna grab some fuckin' grub?"