Isakar drives himself down the empty road leading out of town.  He stares at the ground, occasionally shaking his head as he mumbles to himself.  Lucky for him that no one is on the roads at this time of night.  He could have very easily been mistaken for one of the town crazies that get stoned out of town on a regular basis by the locals.  But not tonight, tonight he was on his own.  Xander and the others may get pissed that he left to hunt and not tell anyone but right now he needed to be alone, and he did not want anyone with him right now.<br/><br/>As he approaches the woods, his eyes take on a glowing red tint and his body begins to expand.  Muscles stretch, bones snap into their new position, his face begins to elongate into his natural wolf form.  As his body completes the transformation, he let's out a sorrowful howl to let all know that would listen he was out.    Sniffing the air for something, anything to hunt.  Shaking his head back and forth to catch some scent of his prey.  After a few minutes, a faint scent of a very large stag is detected, it is pretty far away but Isakar has all night.  Taking off a lope with his nose tasting the air on occasion to ensure he is still on the right track.<br/><br/>After only but a brief time running a new scent catches his nose.  He knows this scent but in his current form, his mind is only on the hunt.  Isakar lets out a much more energetic howl, before setting off again.  Only now his course has changed.  His prey near the river has a much more attractive scent.<br/><br/>