Perhaps more than anything else Nanook had loved the fact that she had attacked without hesitation. That was, of course, once she realized that it was acceptable to do so, and he had figured out that he had to give her the signal consistently to keep this behavior going along. Actually, in his mind, it was mandatory and he was doing everything that he could have in order to continue encouraging this sort of violent behavior. He had wanted her to give into her predatory instincts more than anything else.<br/><br/>Now it had seemed like she was starting to develop control over her life. Generally it took quite a while for someone to get used to the whole form that a werewolf took, but then again she had admittedly been progressing fairly quickly. At this rate it wouldn't have taken her too long to at least get to a decent point.<br/><br/>With these people dead, and her taste for flesh finally growing within her, Nanook had realized that it had only been a matter of time before she had gone about looking for more. More than anything he was glad that she was looking to kill again, and he then threw back his head a second time.<br/><br/>Just like before he had let out a bloodcurdling howl in the process. It was like some form of thanksgiving to the moon for letting them act out this blood-drenched fantasy.<br/><br/>After this hunting signal was given, though, Nanook figured that her own heart was going to run cold again. She would have needed the taste of flesh again. Maybe at this point the smells of the other men, who were still somewhat familiar to her, would have been wafting on her nostrils.<br/><br/>If that were the case, then she would have known which way to go to end the next life that she wanted to take.