John trotted through the forest quietly, well trained in keeping quiet as he followed the trail. His tall ears twitched with the sounds of the forest and his paws treaded silently across the ground. He was on the hunt.<br/><br/>This day though, the hunt was special. He had caught the trail of what he was sure was nother shifter; perhaps not a werewolf as he was, but surely one of more than a single form.<br/><br/>The pack on his shoulder rustled slightly as he lept over a small stream, sniffing the rock where a traceof the scent was left, following it to the place where it simply disappeard and he growled quietly under his breath.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hmm... so it is a shifter. As i thought.</span>John turned his nose to the air, inhaling deeply to see if any trace of the shifter was left in the air, and caught it on a light breeze.<span style="font-style: italic">Come to me, prey...</span><br/><br/>Suddenly though, he found himself flat upon the ground, a weight atop him and he rolled under it, growling in bewilderment at the ambush.<br/><br/>"What magic is this!?" he shouted at the creature, a woman, as the form suggested. "Why have you attacked me?" It took nearly all of his strength not to just bite herfor such a rude and clumsy mistake, not even hearing whatever it was she attempted to mutter in her defense.