When the Wild Things Roam (Maeve) Mar 14, 2011 20:40:02 GMT -8
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 14, 2011 20:40:02 GMT -8
Saturday, 13 August 2011
The sun was rapidly setting and Soren couldn't help but pace the small ally he was currently occupying, a ball of barely contained energy and excitement. He had been following a scent trail of a small group of rebels that a fellow Death Eater had set him on earlier in the afternoon. It was simple chase so far; the trail having lead him to the alley he was currently occupying, then from what his nose could tell, carried on out into the open countryside. Excellent for hunting. The Garou had sent an owl to Mae as soon as he was certain the trail would take him out of London. On the night of the full moon he was not about to deprive his best friend and pack mate an opportunity to hunt, and hunt tasty rebel to boot.
He turned his red tinted gaze toward the sky. Judging from the suns relatively low position, they had just a little over 2 hours before they would change. Ample time to get to the city limits and hopefully a good deal of the way to where the rebels were hiding. Not that it would matter once they were in wolf form. Nothing stood a chance when a Spiral was on the hunt. Soren snapped his head up when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of feet on pavement and he stopped pacing long enough to pick up a familiar, comforting scent. It looked like his fellow Garou finally decided to put in an appearance. Grinning a wolfishly, he forced himself to calm down and relax, choosing to lean up nonchalantly against the side of the building as Mae came into view. "Took you long enough..." he quipped, eyes glinting rather playfully.