Bronwyn frowned as they pushed their way through the high weeds, stepping carefully to avoid tripping in hidden holes. She smelled blood. Thick, rich, heavy blood. The scent permeated the air as if it had pooled into a large lake, spreading outward from the source slowly, deliberately, free to wander at last from the body it had been trapped inside.<br/>Bronwyn struggled with herself as the scent grew ever stronger, fighting the rising bloodlust. She had fed well the night before, it was the only reason she hadn't given over completely to the raging beast within. That and the human next to her.<br/>Bronwyn's eyes flared in the darkness. In the struggle to retain her sense of self, she had almost forgotten Tara. If there was a body laying somewhere in a pool of blood, Bronwyn didn't want Tara to be anywhere near it. She tried to call out her name, but her throat was so dry that she had to cough and try again.<br/>"Tara." she managed, the strain evident in her voice.