The sleek, powerful creature bounded almost playfully through the forest. Her tail was held high while she sniffed enthusiastically at the earth, having found rather fresh rabbit tracks. Her stomach was growling and her mouth watered at the thought of the soft, tasteful meat she'd be able to chow down soon. In her mind, it was only natural to hunt other animals and eat the meat raw just like any other carnivore would. She wouldn't know how to cook anything, and it wasn't as if she was in the possession of fire anyway. The wilder side of her personality, of her wolf-self, had been gradually taking over her mindset over these years that she spent without contact with another person. Her senses were probably more heightened than that of any 'normal' werewolf that had grown up in his secure pack. Maybe the young thing was also more fierce, after having to survive for so long while partially on her own. Of course, her step-family - the wolves - had helped her out greatly with finessing her hunting abilities as well as allowing her to seek shelter near them when the weather was bad. But there was no real connection there. Only tolerance, as long as she behaved and didn't try to overthrow the alpha female.<br/><br/>Turning her head up into the wind, the wolf's nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply. The wind's direction didn't come from the cabin, so she didn't smell that outsider, but her mind still drifted in that direction. She'd felt extremely curious to know what exactly that creature had been doing inside of that abandoned cabin. But there were limits to how close Iris would venture. Tearing her attention away from whatever that two-legged murderer was probably up to, the wolf picked up her speed. As if wanting to put even greater distance between herself and the foreigner. Her legs pushed against the ground as she leaped over a boulder that came across her path, the wolf then landing softly in a heap of dry leaves. There was no way she could have ever imagined what kind of a horror she would have to go through, that same second her paws pressed down into the soft earth.<br/><br/><b>Snap.</b><br/><br/>A thundering yowl echoed throughout the forest when the wolf felt something clamp with excruciating pain around her hind leg. The torment exploded through her body, causing the animal to twist around with fear in her eyes to see what had happened. A bear trap. An ugly, iron mechanism she had triggered by stepping into. It was rusty, had clearly been hidden in the ground for a long time. Perhaps ever since the hunters had been here last around 7 years ago. A simple wolf trap would not be as efficient in catching a werewolf, so this was the 'better' alternative. Iris's heart was hammering inside of her chest in her panic as she gingerly sat down. Her nose pushed against the cold metal, the large animal then licking feverishly at her leg as if that could help at all with getting free. If she had been in human form, she would have been able to push at the two levers to open the contraption. The young wolf had done so in the past, when someone from her foster-pack had gotten trapped in a wolf bow that had similar mechanism. But now,<b>she</b>was stuck here in her wolf form and knew very well that she couldn't change forms. Not with her leg stuck like that. She was doomed. Unless... her upper lip curled slightly in her desperation when she realized that the only way to escape was by chewing off her leg. It'd be painful, perhaps she'd even die from blood loss or infection later on, but if she wanted to survive - she would have to make that difficult choice. Even if she would try to change, and would succeed, she'd be worse off with one leg in human form. She'd swiftly die from the sheer shock... at least now she had her regeneration abilities heightened and was able to hunt for herself on three legs.<br/><br/>Drawing in a deep, shaky breath, the large animal turned its head in every direction while it sniffed at the air. It didn't seem there was anyone or anything close by. All animals, safe for the wolves, feared her because of what she was. And her foster-pack was already far away in the woods... and it wasn't like<b>they</b>could help her. Never in her life had the young female felt as abandoned, as alone, as she did right now. The fear of dying or being crippled was rippling through her, clouding her judgement and causing her tilt her head back while howling out. The mournful sound was almost like a cry for help, the tone starting deep and ending high pitched before being held for good few seconds. All her pain and desperation were put into the drawn out cry of the lone werewolf. She didn't even consider the possibility that the human would hear her. And besides, what would it matter now? She was most likely dead anyway.