<span style="font-family:Overlock">Although she hadn’t realized it, in her running, Holly crossed a line. It wasn’t quite an arbitrary line because there were some reasons behind where it was placed, but it was a line that she wasn’t aware of and that she couldn’t see so it was hard for her to know it was even there in the first place. Had she not been overflowing with adrenaline, Holly’s new wolf senses would’ve picked up on a change, but even the senses of a wolf would not have been able to tell her exactly what it was. Luckily for her, though, even flooded with adrenaline flowing rapidly through her veins, Holly was still able to hear when the sounds of thundering paws stopped following where she went. <br/>
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She didn’t <i>stop</i> running the moment she realized it. Holly wasn’t quite sure she could trust her own senses that much just yet. She did, however, slow down just a little and she started glancing over her shoulder quite frequently to see what she could figure out. The sound of wolves running behind her never returned, though. <br/>
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Finally, Holly began to slow down on a more intentional level and that was when the strangest scent wafted into her awareness. It didn’t smell like anything she’d ever encountered before the incident that took away her human life for good and although she didn’t necessarily think it smelled <i>bad</i>, there was still something within her that cringed at its existence and at its closeness as well. Whatever part of her was a wolf didn’t want her to like the smell she was inhaling. <br/>
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Holly was still defiant, though. That streak that overcame her now was probably what allowed her to withstand it without howling or growling. <br/>
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Coming to a stop, still stuck as a wolf, Holly tried to find the source of such a smell, wondering what could possibly invoke such a reaction from the wolfishness that now was part of her spirit. It didn’t take long. The smell was so strong that Holly didn’t imagine anything with a decent sense of smell would miss it. And when her eyes came to rest upon the man who was somehow standing right there, Holly’s eyes were human eyes… human eyes in the head of a wolf. She whimpered softly, wanting to communicate, but unable to speak in the animal body that she didn’t know how to escape. <br/>
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That was the one downside of having run from the pack that had attempted to take her in. Because she ran, Holly didn’t know anything about controlling her abilities as a werewolf.</span>