He sees her armor - her aura, he reminds herself, even though it's easier to think of the former description first - from a distance, and breathes a sigh of relief. It would be different if she wasn't herself, wouldn't it? But it looked just the same as it did in Derek's flat. It looks strong, and good, and reliable. Familiar.

He runs to her, dropping to all fours to cross a long open clearing, to stay low in the tall grass - but by the time he comes to wear he last saw her, he gets to his feet again: the sideburns fade, hes ears curve, and his eyes are brown again. He could keep the wolf-o-vision on, it would be easier to find her, but - well. In what universe is someone with glowing red eyes not unsettling?

"Kira?"

He keeps his voice soft, in case anyone else is around.