They day went by quickly, Zari watching the dagger from afar while also resting. Her ears perked as she listened to the sounds of the forest. To be honest she was hungry, but she would hunt tomorrow. Just to be sure that she didn't reopen the wound. The wolf didn't know why she waited here, for some human girl. Waiting all day seemed rather silly. Even she couldn't decide what to do if the human returned. Attack or confront.

Hiding amongst the undergrowth, the sun fell to be replaced by darkness. Not too long after, that sweet scent entered her nose. Her ears perked as footsteps walked cautiously into her forest. Blue eyes narrowing, she spotted her target move closer to the dagger, less confident then yesterday. Why would any sane weak human return to the deadly forest? Was this girl a idiot? Now what though? The time was to decide...

Though she already knew what she planned to do, considering she brought her makeshift cloak made out of bear fur.

After a few heartbeats, her body shifted into one of a human. Hairless body except for the long black hair. Muttering slightly to herself as she felt the cool air hit her bare skin while struggling to keep any wolffish parts from revealing themself. For Zari, it was hard maintaining human form, though apparently werewolves who are created have a easier time at it.

Her tan skin was clear minus the injury on her arm which was a large cut. Slowly, she draped the black bear cloak over her body to cover it before standing. Humans didn't seem to enjoy showing their bodies. Well, of course, they didn't have any coverage! It's a wonder how they survive out in this cooler weather. Then again, they kill animals with fur to keep them warm.

Taking a soft breathe to keep her instincts in check, Zari moved silently closer before stepping behind this strange human girl. 

[b]"....Awfully late for a stroll, Miss."[/b] The human looking Zari spoke, her voice deep and smooth, a soft innocent smile crossing her lips as her blue eyes glowed in the darkness. Shimmering under the moonlight, waiting for the human's reaction.