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</div></div><span style="font-family:Carme"><b><span style="font-size: 22px">S</span></b>he could smell it before she could see it. Another person had joined in the pursuit against her and it was completely and utterly terrifying. Not only was the thought of being chased one that pumped adrenaline through her vessels, but she was also afraid of the simple fact that she could smell it before she could see it and that she didn’t even have to look around to know that another was there. Holly knew that having senses that were <i>that</i> attuned to her environment was not normal at all and above all else, the fact that she was no longer normal was what scared her. As a human, she used her eyes.<br/>
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Unfortunately, the fear was slowly compounding. Although this was not the first time the transformation had washed over her, this was the first time she had “asked for it”, in a sense. She’d been trapped for too long and Holly had just wanted to get away. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her family again even if she couldn’t exactly walk up and speak to them (because wolves couldn’t safely do that), and the pack that had adopted her (she preferred the term kidnapped) wasn’t about to allow her to leave anytime soon. There had been nothing else for her to do. Holly knew that she would have to run to get away and Holly knew that the only way she could possibly be fast enough was as a wolf. So she’d actually <i>tried</i> to transform for the first time. It had worked - surprisingly - but the process had been slow to a painstaking degree and she always felt like it was slipping away from her.<br/>
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That was because it was. She had requested her body endure the process and more and more, her thoughts were trailing to all the things she hated about the wolf. And it is very hard to convince yourself to do something that you hate and that wrecks you emotionally. Her body wasn’t sure there was a reason to stay in that form anymore.<br/>
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All of a sudden, she couldn’t run anymore. Her body was shaking and her fur went through ripples and waves, as though flesh was trying to replace the subtle brown pelt but her current form was resisting as well. All of a sudden, her head flashed with pain so intense she couldn’t ignore it and she buried her muzzle in the snow, knowing that whatever was happening to her was something that would ultimately lead to her getting caught and being unable to succeed in this escape attempt. She didn’t have enough control.<br/>
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Frozen where she stood, it took all the effort in the world to simply pick up her head and look behind her. She was not quite sure exactly what had joined in her pursuit and she also wasn’t sure how close to her the pack was either. Those both seemed like things worthy of investigation and her eyes seemed to cry out to anyone who saw, pleading for help because she did not understand… could not understand.<br/>
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</div></div><span style="font-family:Rosario"><span style="font-size: 22px"><b>P</b></span>ursuit was far enough behind that even with their quicker steps, it would take a few moments for them to catch Holly even after she stopped. The reason for this was simple. Things were done in a pack, even pursuing a runaway. One had been watching her, and they’d had to find help before they could give chase. It was never possible for them to know how much control someone could attain in the time that Holly had been with them and it was also never possible to know what other kinds of encounters they could run into. The forest could become quite dangerous. The pack together could handle it, though.<br/>
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The party was three. Freya took the lead flanked by Griff and Tris and together, they kept an even pace.<br/>
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Holly wasn’t hard to follow and neither was she moving as fast as they could. Even if she had kept moving, they knew they would catch her eventually and that was why they weren’t in much of a panic. Many had anticipated that such things would happen with this particular new member. Her circumstances weren’t very positive and everyone worried that they would lose her eventually. Integrating someone who loved human life was never easy, after all. However, it was their obligation to try. That was how Rayen explained it anyway. After all, it was a member of their own species that had forced Holly into their life and they had to try to make up for that wrong, for the sake of all of their lives.<br/>
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Adamant in pursuit, Freya’s ears pricked up and she glanced to both of her companions. There was a new scent. A rogue had wandered in. They all knew what to do, though, without a single word or howl.<br/>
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Griff and Tris both branched off to the sides even further, putting so much distance between each wolf that you couldn’t possibly see two in the same field of vision. Since they didn’t know whether the newcomer would be an ally or an enemy, they had to be cautious.<br/>
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The run continued.</span>