Their was a strange scent in the air as Aden took in the night. The wind rushed all around her and brought with it every possible scent for miles. Along with spreading her own, which for some reason seemed stronger then usual. Her eyes searched about the  think woods as she tried to determine where the others were. Aden was still young when it came to their kind but learned fast. As if being a wolf had been second nature all along.<br/><br/>Not understanding the uncontrollable need to be near the others now, nor the need to change and run wild. She simply gave into it, curious to her own nature and why it drove her so. She filled her lungs again and again let out a strong hauntingly beautiful howl that cascaded through the woods as easily and urgently as the river itself did.