<strong>Dethean - In the wilderness, dark wood. Approaching Natalia.</strong><br/><br/>Dethean did not fully understand his new body as a wolf, even though it sometimes felt more natural to him than the one he had been born into. When a howl echoed up from the nearby wolfpack he felt it stir his spirit. He threw back his head and howled, not realizing he was going to until it was already done.<br/><br/>In this form his nose was sensitive to every scent upon the wind. It was easy to smell the wolves ahead, each with its own individual scent. The woman who was with them was more difficult to smell, having a strangeness to her scent he wouldn't have recognized until he had lived with other weres. Yet there were more smells tangled in amidst their number, the smell of freshly baked bread, meat and even spices.<br/><br/>He had not eaten recently and the smell awoke a very human craving for the delicious food he could smell. Yet he sensed that he was moving towards the territory of other wolves and perhaps another one of his kind. Deeply-rooted instincts cried out to him not to trespass, yet here ahead was the very person he was looking for.<br/><br/>He sat down upon his haunches and howled once again, announcing his presence. Then he sat and began to wait, unwilling to walk uninvited upon their land.