She'd been turned at a young enough age that many of the wolves habits had become second nature in her own life. Those habits ruled her now as she crouched down just far enough away and down wind that the group of werewolves that they couldn't smell her. She was wholly unsure on what to do in this situation. Her first reaction was to turn and run, but she seemed frozen, no amount of fear could lead her wolf to agree to run and be a lone wolf. It just wasn’t in some wolves blood. As she observed them she also attempted to crouch lower into the foliage, scared they’d see her, scared the wind would change.
Her wolf, which seemed to have a voice of it’s own rumbling through her mind these days, nudged her forward and she let out a barely audible growl at herself. Why did we come this far? We came for them! For a pack to be apart of. An Alpha to protect us. If nothing else to obey the old alpha and return to him with news. Go to them! She raised her button nose to the air and sniffed, trying to decide more about the wolves. Brown strands of hair brushing across her cheek with the wind carrying them towards her. It was hard to smell them over herself at the moment though. She’d been running for a few days, as a woman, as a wolf, sleeping nude in barns until she arrived here. She had come straight here, she could smell them, and really she made it a habit to stay out of towns at all costs anyways.