[Drew can't help it, there's a noise reverberating from his own chest that's a lot less one of pleasure on one of confusion, bordering on aggression. It was completely the wolf rather than Drew himself, a little unsavoury moment of instinct as he stands there with his teeth bared, the growl rumbling out of his throat.
It takes him a couple of seconds to kick his own head into gear, switching from instinct to self control as he takes a breath in, the ever present spicy smell that hung around Matthew assaulting him and reminding the werewolf this man was a friend, even if his shape-shifted form seemed to be the kind of thing one would have a hard time associating as an ally.
Drew finally backs off, pulling up into a less aggressive stance and cutting that growl short with a whine. He had to remember that even if there was something sinister about Matthew's form, the man behind it was still nice enough. His head cocks to the side though in an expression that was almost a question.]
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It takes him a couple of seconds to kick his own head into gear, switching from instinct to self control as he takes a breath in, the ever present spicy smell that hung around Matthew assaulting him and reminding the werewolf this man was a friend, even if his shape-shifted form seemed to be the kind of thing one would have a hard time associating as an ally.
Drew finally backs off, pulling up into a less aggressive stance and cutting that growl short with a whine. He had to remember that even if there was something sinister about Matthew's form, the man behind it was still nice enough. His head cocks to the side though in an expression that was almost a question.]