Daniel padded along the dirt path that led up to the wooden cabin. In his jaws lolled the limp form of a hare. Its neck rolled loosely as he happily trotted with his tail held upright. The breeze shifted, placing him downwind of the cabin, and his merry trot brought an oddly familiar scent. Rem's spice laden cooking came heavy and thick. But there was something else. Another werewolf was at the cabin.<br/><br/>Curiosity about the newcomer burned in him. Before turning the last bend that place him in sight of the cabin, he broke from the dirt road, cutting through the scattering of trees and vegetation. From the cover of a bush he watched the front of the house. There was a new woman who approached the door. Dan crept silently closer, muscles tensing, ready to pounce. "Is she lost? Is she looking for a pack?" he thought to himself. His mind turned to the black vehicle that had seen approaching Whistler. "Is she a trap?"