Corin and his pack had moved for an entire moon's turn, the powerful scent of a witch drawing the alpha from far south to these northern territories where both he and his men were strangers. When the scent came upon him like a wave one evening, the male had not been able to forget it. It was enough to drive his lust for flesh to infinite bounds, having to spend more time than he was comfortable with in a mortal form to keep from tearing the entire countryside down with him. It was only a few days before he had decided to travel north in pursuit of this thing, this woman. That was what it must have been right? The blood of a witch who would be his wife, and sooner was certainly better than later. Of course many of his men had disagreed. They had accepted that they were werewolves, and most like Corin even relished the new powers and gifts they were bestowed. But still Corin had torn out more than one throat to prove his point, that dead or alive, they would be leaving this land.<br/><br/>Dark fur covered the stone muscles as he ran on all fours through the woods, constant beating of paws surrounding him. At least a dozen traveled in his pack, large even for the standards of a werewolf. Faint town lights came into view on the horizon before them. A small village, already sounding their alarm at his approach. This took the man off guard, not used to a town being prepared for a werewolf and reacting without a moments notice. The journey had left his men hungry, the grueling pace Corin laid out enough to leave any with an empty stomach. And his pace was unmatched by the others.<br/><br/>Raising himself to the top of a large boulder, his enormous claws digging in and scraping against the rock, the alpha released a powerful howl that shattered the silence of the night, easily loud enough for the towns people to hear despite the miles that still separated him and them.<em>Go men, eat your fill</em>he commanded with an inward grin, unable to do such a thing in his wolf form. The scent was so close now, he could practically taste her upon his lips. But there was something else too, something more familiar to him that hung in these woods. Corin had known that he passed into the territory of another werewolf, that having not surprised him much but the musk that this was gave off was so very.... similar to his own.<br/><br/>It was enough to make the alpha hang back for a few moments, allowing his men time to create distance between he and them before finally leaping down from the rock perch. His attentions were to be focused on the scent itself, deciding to use the distraction of his men moving for the village. Still in his full beast form, the nearly 10 foot tall monster slowly moved on all fours through the woods, sniffing and following the trail.