Mayla had about given up hope that she would see someone walking down the street that would be willing to take in someone that looked like a dog. Everyone had been driving around in cars. There wasn't going to be anyone walking around this late at night. Especially when it was this cold. That was all till she found someone, finally, walking towards her. He seemed to be busy with his own mind. Tossing the cigarette bud away to start pulling out another one. Letting out a whimpering yell for help to the young man, getting his attention when he looked up and around to see where the noise had come from. Letting out yet another one finally got his attention to look at her directly. For a moment, they held each other's stare. She asking him for help, he wondering if she was just in his mind or if she was really sitting there, as shivering Pitbull pup. Seemingly abandoned and alone. 

After the third car passed. Ian put his cigarettes back into his pocket. Having made the decision that this poor thing looked like she needed his help. The shelters were all closed with how late it was. He just couldn't leave her sitting out here to freeze to death by the time morning rolled around, or to leave her out here to have someone else find her. Slowly he approached the dog, not in a million years would he ever think that she was a skinwalker, not no normal dog. Something did set off a warning flag when Mayla came right up to him. He quickly dismissed it as his warm hand softly petted her over to make sure that she wasn't injured.