The world was a blur, a rushing blur as her strong legs pumped, carrying her easily through the woods.  This....this world was how they were supposed to be in, the world that her kind was meant to thrive in. Truly they were only fooling themselves with leaving within stone and steel dens, being slaves to the human contraptions and technologies. No they were meant to be free, meant to truly be at one with their inner wolves. To run free and untamed in the wilds, as a family, as a pack....<br/><br/>The scent caught her attention too, the wolf within seeking its prey, its chosen prey. Adam's words were somewhat lost on her, more like she was hearing them while be submerged under water.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Yes....there are no rules here....we can give them a taste of our power....why it is that they should fear us when we howl....their blood probably tastes so very sweet....and it burns hot as it rolls down the throat....hunt them....kill them.....make them pay....</span><br/><br/>By the time Thyra came back to the present Adam was already in position, his emerald eyes looking into her own ones of Gold. A part of her longing to have those eyes staring down at her, filled with lust and desire...<br/><br/>Shaking her head lightly to focus on the present she nodded her head to him before letting loose a howl that seemed to shake the very woods themselves. The panic that rolled from the three hapless soon to be victims smelled like the sweetest scent that there could have ever been. It made Thyra shiver in ecstasy though she still held her position, there above the group as she watched her pack descend upon the vampires. Reveling in their fear, their terror and then the savory screams of pain that spilled forth from between their fangs. It would be a long time before they would be allowed to die and during that time her pack would be sure to make them suffer.<br/><br/>When she finally joined in the blood bath Thyra dined with her pack on the flesh of their victims, who provided music as with their continues screams. Their hot blood making them all fill with a blood rage, the night air was filled with their growls, snarls, barks and of course their beautifully haunting howls.<br/><br/>With her muzzle painted scarlet Thyra's eyes locked with Adam's, a hunger and a need burning deep within them. Going to him she carefully moved to nuzzle against his neck and if he were to allow it give him an affectionate lick as well. The atmosphere of the moment was getting to her, making her give in to her more baser instincts and inclinations. With how they were all feeling there was no telling how the night may end...<br/><br/><br/>â€¦.<br/><br/>Morning came and by the time the pack made it back home the underworld of the city was in an uproar.<br/>Varvenfeld had split at some time during the night, leaving what many assumed to be his wife in his stead. The council though was in an uproar as in their society only males could lead. With the vampires scrambling about trying to recover the werewolves had a prime opportunity to make some big moves.