Amazing post! 
Absolutely great to read! It is no issue that he's in Lupus form. I may shift Lucia a little further into the thread. 
It was during her time of hollow thoughtfulness that Lucia heard a disturbance not too far from where she sat. Opening only her left eye, the scar wrinkling with the movement, that single orb fell across a sight that made her wish she had not come out on this unusually still night. Having decided minutes before that it was a small creature that had sought out her company, maybe an owl, Lucia’s posture had remained the same. Back leant firmly against the base of the tree, legs outstretched, but as soon as that soft eyelid peeled back, everything shifted. She felt the hackles in her neck rise, her pulse begin to race. There, like a bat out of hell, stood a black wolf. Though she knew instantly, the figure was not as ordinary as she had hoped. It was Zalen, presented in his Lupus form; the painted red mark on his face more visible to her than anything remotely closer to her.
Both eyes shot open, a cold glimmer dancing within them like liquid fire. He was silent, strolled towards her with an air of confidence. In all honesty, as he came closer, she admired his form. His rippling muscles, the way his paws hit the ground in unison as he walked, the way his eyes never moved from her body. It almost made her want to shift, but she remained as still as the darkness around her. There was a strange tension in the atmosphere.
As he came upon her, now only paces from her frailty, Lucia flicked the cigarette into the distance. A small fizzling sound whispered outward, assuring the dark female that no fire would be caused tonight. Bringing her eyes back around to face the male companion, she watched him for a moment. Part of her expected him to speak, perhaps even wanted him to, but he did not. He was as tight-lipped and stationary as she had been only moments ago, save for the movement of her hand to her mouth. He seemed different somehow, something about him felt changed, perhaps pieces of him burned away and floating away into the sky like ashes. Lucia couldn’t place what it was she felt exactly, but she knew there was something – that was bad enough.
Remaining seated, not wanting to tower over the male before her, Lucia tried her best to smile. Instead it displayed itself as a small grimace, her mind whispering cruel thoughts and distorted memories. This partly reminded her of their first meeting. She had been knelt before him, staring into his eyes, and even though they now displayed two different forms, she felt herself almost doing the exact same thing. Her ivy eyes flickering over him, taking in every detail, as the silence continued to plague them.
She noticed two distinct feathers in his mane. This was something he must have recently sported, for in her mind she could not recall them being there before. It looked good. Well, he looked good regardless, but it was a nice look for him. Added character as such, and she was always a sucker for individuality. It was whilst admiring the addition to his already alluring appearance that the dark female heard herself speak. It had been automatic almost, and most certainly unexpected. She had prayed it would be him to break the ice, but as time had often told, she barely ever got what she wanted. It was no surprise that tonight would be no different.
“What are you doing here Zalen? Why do you look so… different? The feathers, well…” She paused, trying to find a reason to take her eyes off of him. She failed. Their eyes remained deadlocked, perhaps a staring contest in the making. “You look good as a four-legged…”