Running Erands
Parking the rental at the edge of the preserve Thérèse slid out of the car and breathed deep. God yes, it had only been 48 hours since she last ran as a wolf, with her pack, but she'd missed it. Some how the plane ride had made it seem -much- longer than that. Possibly, she should have run on pack ground her first time in Nachton, but the idea didn't appeal to her. She didn't know any one yet and wished to avoid misunderstandings, at least tonight.
Without even a pretense of modesty, she shed her cloths, walked to the forest's edge and embraced her other self. She gloried in the pain came sheer freedom such that others could only dream of.
Shaking out her fur she immediately put her nose to the ground, yes there were other wolves here but the scent wasn't fresh. There was game too, but with other wolves around the game would be wary. That wouldn't stop her, she was alone and too small to take down something large but there would be something.
Once she got the hunt out of her system she could worry about that errand she had to run. She had to do it soon though, but she had some time to enjoy herself. Moving at a slow almost lazy trot Thérèse skirted around the edge of the preserve, learning what was there.
(OOC.. yes she does have something she needs to do but it is open)
But pushing her luck didn't seem like the best of plans. Frustrated, to say the last she decided to actually run. No more hunting, not tonight she didn't need any more woodland creatures turning into vampires. Perhaps if she left them alone they'd leave her alone. Thérèse bounded into the forest, pushing herself as hard as she could working out the last of the nagging cramps and tension of airports, airplanes, lost luggage and cleverly disguised vampires. It felt good. Tomorrow night she would do as she'd been told. That would be as soon as she could.
((OOC... out))