"Where have you been?!" cried the boy, sure he was Dezzi's age but he was just a boy. Civilian, and young, and looking at Dezzi like she hung the stars and moon. He was...human. With hair dyed grey, and while it was well done...his roots were black. He also lacked that certain something in motion that all the wolves (even Dezzi) had. A blithe disregard for their own shins, perhaps?

She didn't cower, though. "Ohmigawd, Jonathan, go away!" was her response, then to Hinata, "I think he's about as close to a nemesis as I have."

"Don't be ridiculous, Desolation, I'm not a nemesis! I'm your future." It was said in a happily besotted way, making Dezzi groan with disgust.

"He's a wanna-be." she explained to Hinata, trying to ignore the boy, "Human - very much a civilian - but he..."

"I'm a werewolf in my soul." Jonathan said, trying to inch around Hinata so he could put an arm around Dezzi. Who didn't move because she believed to the heart of her that Hinata wouldn't let this guy touch her.