Rowan sprinted across the open moor. If anyone saw her, they would mistake her as a giant bear. But close up she was a wolf. Standing up she reached close to 7 1/2 feet tall, above average for most female werewolves. Her yellow eyes glowed in the moonlight and her auburn red fur almost looked black in the shadows. She sprinted so she wasnt seen, she had entered a packs territory and she didnt know how they would react to an intruder. She could fight them off, oh how she could fight. She was an exceptional fighter, she was trained very well in her former pack. That pack was gone. Her alpha, the wolf who treated her as his own was gone, Nero was gone. She thought so much of him, he took her in, he created her, in some way she was apart of him. His bite mark still tingled from here and there, reminding her of the day they met back in the forest. She shook her head, clearing away the painful memories, she didnt want to remember further, she had to stay focused to make sure no one was about. As she aproched a small cave she sat down to rest. "It looks like no one is out tonight," she whispered to herself. "Strange its a full moon." She was about to close her eyes when suddenly in the distance a low and loud howl rang through the air. She had been scented.