It was her. He could feel her fingers and the touch alone sent shivers up his spine. She was just as beautiful as he had remembered from the night before. She hadn't been a dream like he had thought when he woke up. He drank in her beauty and was only pulled away from his admiration by the music that floated gracefully into his ears. As he gained his wits he realized that it wasn't music that he had heard but her voice.<br/><br/>He smiled quickly at her and assured her the fault was all his. She smiled back and released her his arms from her grip. The slight depression he felt when she let go didn't escape his notice.<br/><br/>As she turned and she gave him a small smile and walked down the stairs. He continued to stand there with a hundred thoughts racing through his mind. All of them about her.<br/><br/>He brushed them from his mind and went downstairs. He looked around but did not see her. He went to the door and walked out. Looking around the streets he saw nothing of significance. "What did I expect" he muttered under his breath. To track animals he had to go back into the woods, not walk around town.<br/><br/>As the smell of fresh bread wafted past his nose he decided that he didn't want to skip breakfast and, turning in his heel, went to find the bakery. When he did he took pleasure in also being able to buy a bit of cheese and sat in bakery at a table and enjoyed his simple breakfast.<br/><br/>As he ate his thoughts went back to that girl. He cursed himself for not asking her name. No woman had ever stopped him in his tracks like that and it drove him crazy. He realized that he was smiling like a simpleton and laughed light heartedly at himself. "She really did get to me" he thought. With that he popped the last bit of bread in his mouth and walked back out into the cold of the morning.<br/><br/>The sun had risen not to long before he woke up so the cold bit at his ears and nose. He had always hated the cold but his job took him nowhere warm. Vampires didn't like the sun and wolves have too much fur. He had always hoped that one day he could go to a nice beach some where and live out his days never to be cold again.<br/><br/>He walked to the edge of town and started to circle the perimeter, looking for any signs of the prey he came to hunt. To his annoyance all he saw was boot prints, and none of them out of place. He decided that he would once again have to go to the trees. He shrugged at the thought and returned to the inn. If he was going to go back to the woods to hunt he would need his toys.<br/><br/>As the sun was at it's highest in the sky Conner had already walked quite a ways into the woods. He decided that it might be best to go deeper than he had before so he had packed for two to three nights. He hated the prospect of sleeping in this kind of cold but he had done more uncomfortable things before. As he trudged along he thought about how thankful he was that it was not yet snowing. It would make tracking easier but he did not like snow. At all.<br/><br/>He walked and walked all the while finding nothing of note. He walked until the sun was close to the horizon and then decided to make his camp. He set up a small tent and then a fire. He had some meat and a few vegetables that he could make into a stew for the night. As it cooked he took the time to sharpen his sword. No thoughts came to him that night. He didn't even want them to. He just wanted to eat and sleep. So that's what he did. And then he heard the howl. The wolf was baying at the moon and his eyes widened when he realized, there was more than one.