<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Kate_Stone1.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Catherine 'Katie' Stone<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Rest Stop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Hank, Liz, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Katie stepped closer.  "I didn't track you down, what are you doing here?  You were going fishing and I was meeting..." She froze, as she suddenly connected the dots on why he might be here.  He must have been called by Max as well, he must be a werewolf.  How had she missed it all those years?   Why didn't she scent him?  She could scent other werewolves once she'd gone through her first Change.  A sudden, irrational surge of anger filled her.  He'd put one over on her decieved he and made her a fool.  That pissed her off.  The thought flitted through her mind that she'd deceived him as well but in her passion that fact could be addressed later.  Then there was the scent of a male werewolf, an alpha by the bitter strength of it.  It flowed over her, faint but present.  How she had missed it on Hank all these years...<br/><br/>She stepped up to him, her anger apparent.  Her eyes glowed, her nostrils dilated further and her stance turned aggressive.  One could imagine a she-wolf standing there bristling and growling.  Katie had always been impetuous, emotional and dramatic which along with her competitive nature made her a definite handful for Hank.  Now she was in fine form as she stood with her hands on her hips, and bristled just inches from the much taller and broader Hank.  "What the hell are you thinking, running off here on me?  How can you be a werewolf and hid that from me?  I can smell you now.  How the hell did you hid it from me?  What the hell were you thinking?  Don't you know we could get ripped apart you idiot?"  Her words were loud and may have sounded harsh but it was her method of blowing off steam.<br/><br/>[I did an edit to take out the fact that she scented him.  She'll scent Max a bit later when he arrives and gets out of the car]