Alex watched Aaron as he walked away, then sighed. He looked down, beginning to regret his decision. He had no clue how to be human, he was a wolf, and will always be a wolf. He was afraid of hurting Aaron, afraid of transforming by accident. He was born in the woods, lived in the woods, and should still be in the woods, yet, here he was, naked on a humans couch, dripping wet, a wound on his head, not knowing how his parents, brothers, sister, how any of them are, how they might not know where he was, if he was okay. He left his life on a whim, and the whim is crashing all around him, with very few signs of stopping any time soon.