Evelyn made her way throughout the forest, walking lightly as to not disturb any nightlife as she explored this new domain. The trees cast shadows on the forest’s floor from the light of the moon, creating an eerie atmosphere; though one she had grown to love. She could see much farther than a mere human in the dead of night, a benefit she thoroughly enjoyed. The trees had already begun to die; the bright oranges and reds of autumn being replaced with brown as the leaves fell to the forest floor. Excitement billowed in her stomach as she remembered soon the first snow would fall; fun to play in and adding more camouflage with her white fur.<span style="font-style: italic">The only camouflage actually</span>she thought smiling to herself.<br/><br/>She listened to her surroundings, knowing if there was a werewolf hunter, he would be eager to spend his nights and days in the depths of the forest. It was then that she heard the howls; the musical sound rang in her ears, all too familiar. Her first instinct was to join them; even with the prospect of these creatures being new lycans, hunting with her kind still brought her joy. But she rethought her instincts, knowing she needed to find the hunter and not become the hunted so easily. She ran towards their sweet howls, stifling the want to call back. The dead leaves crunched underneath her small human feet, and she could hear the leaves crunching ahead of her… eights heavy paws<span style="font-style: italic">wait….not eight</span>she thought as she listened closer, listening to the sounds farther away.<span style="font-style: italic">Two more feet…. I wonder who else is out here</span>. She slowed down to a walk, before steadying herself against a tree, catching her breath as she moved her fingers against the bark. “Hello?” she said innocently into the night of the forest, as she put on a frightened face.