First message
You had noticed it before, the way he growled lowly when he was mad, how he sensed when you were near, his hunting skills, but there was no hiding it after that encounter you had in the woods.
You recognized his eyes, you always would, even if at that time he took the form of a gigantic wolf-like animal. He had been ignoring you since, but you finally caught him alone, sharpening his knife on the back porch of his house.
You called for him softly, no answer. Dog was with him.