The man stood and placed his last piece of wood on the fire. Wiping the dirt off his hands on his jeans, he decides to get the wood now, before the fire burns out. Again, he tries to mix his forms, concentrating on what he should look like. His face forms the wolf, but his nose doesn't protude as much, his claws extend, padding forms on his palm and fingers, but he keeps them as fingers. His feet gain the same characteristics. He focuses on just the fur, but his hands start to change further. "Not again!" He stops the shift and keeps his current compromise. The wind, seeping into his cabin, sweeps thousands of stories into his nose. All of them the same: Chipmunks running around, deer running from neighboring wolves, trees losing foliage; but something came across that was new. Fear, panic, anger; emotional pheromones filled his nose. He knew something was wrong, as he didn't recognize these smells as being local.
Just then a wolf bashed through his door and speaks asking for help. The man nods and follows the new wolf to find a woman passed out in the snow. He shifts back to his full human self and picks up the woman. He threads his arms under hers and cradles her head with his left hand, and scoops up her legs with his right. As he gently picks her up, he leans her head against his shoulder and braces her back so she won’t slip from his arms. With the woman now in his arms, the man walks quickly back to his cabin with the wolf in tow. He kicks the door lightly to allow room so he wouldn’t hit the woman’s head. He places her on his bed and covers her in fur to help heat her body. He steals a look to the fire and sees it dwindling. He runs outside once more and grabs a few logs from the pile against his wall. He runs back inside, and places them around the fire to dry.
After making sure the woman was safe, he turned to the wolf and asked, “Who are you, what are you doing here?”