Soft thuds followed Juliet as she ran, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her eyes stared into space as her mp3 player pounded music into her ears. Her footfalls fell in beat to the music, her pale skin showing no signs of sweat, despite having run better than 5 miles. The snow held a cooling effect, but she barely felt it, her morning runs were taking up the better part of her days now.<span style="font-style: italic">Time to head back to camp.</span>Her mind warned her over the music. She sighed, and turned sharply, off the trail.<br/><br/>She wasn't far from the camp, but didn't want to run for much longer. With a quick, almost elegant fall, Juliet's form shifted to that of a wolf, almost black, glinting red in the light, with a mask of snow white fur. She landed not on soft hands, but fur covered paws, her bright green eyes seeing things anew. The snow glinted, and she could smell blood. Not from her pack, she sighed, and kept running, only slowing long enough to shift forms. With an almost unimaginable speed, she glided, just barely touching the ground with her paws as she ran. Smoke. More blood.<br/><br/>As she reached the camp, she rose, her long, deep red hair falling to her knees, her human eyes staring out surrounded by her pale pink skin.<br/><br/>"Found this out by the clearing. And this..." Lucan pointed to the bear, "...was about to eat him. He just turned, first time I think. The pain was all too familiar. Where's Roy at? I need to speak to him about something."<br/><br/>Juliet simply stared at the new werewolf. Pity welled up in her stomach, and as she looked at him, she felt an odd connection to him, not as powerful as that of her pack, but definitely something. She sighed, and cocked her head slightly. "I'll get some furs, we'll need to keep him warm if he's gonna survive." She said almost lethargically. She didn't mean to sound rude, but what with her pack being obliterated, it was hard to muster any emotion at this point. She made her way to the cave, and, after rustling around for a moment, emerged with a couple fur blankets set aside as extra. She spread one fur on the ground near the fire, "I'm not exactly the best choice to move him." She looked to Kakasha, "Do the honors? I'll take over cooking."