Harmony glanced at the stream after hearing a large splash and she smiled brightly. The way the male ate was amusing, to say the least. Looking down at her pack, she closed the pouch and slung it onto her back. She gave an involuntary shiver, it was getting cold without the wolf coat. Concentraiting, she changed into her wolf form and stood up. The smell of blood assailed her nostrils with a vengence and she shook her head as if to dislodge the scent. Harmony was certain that she would never get used to being a wolf. Well, almost certain.