Daniel sat in the front passenger seat, watching the two bicker. It reminded him of the wolf pups' play fighting. To a human it seemed violent, aggressive; but it taught them to fight, to hunt, or in this case, to show affection. Behind Nika's abrasive tone there was another message in her words: "The pack sticks together." So Dan continued to watch.<br/><br/>As the Jeep rolled over a bump, a wave of motion sickness-indued nausea washed over him. He seldom came to the town, preferring the wilds. Yet when he needed to, it was never a pleasant experience. Drawing his knees to his chest, he thought about running through the trees, the scent of his prey's fear stained sweat, the moment of resistance before his fangs pierced skin. . .