<span style="color: #FF8000">Vivian inhaled deeply. She could smell strangers, human men, though their scents curled around each other and it was impossible to tell how many. Beneath that was the light coppery scent of blood. Who's or what's she couldn't define from such a distance. At this point, Vivian's restlessness became less of impatience and more of a primal need to know that she and her new family were safe. Without a second thought, Vivian sprinted out through her front door and took off. She headed towards the forest, and as she neared, the scent of blood became much more clear. It was that of a deer. The scent made her mouth water, and escalated her already pounding heart.<br/><br/>She also caught the scent of the alpha and transformed into her werewolf self. Muscles and sinew stretched and bunched as she moved, her ears laid back, her tail and nose pointed downward to show respect and submissiveness.</span>