<br/>Rose took a number of breaths, of course she did not breathe, but it still felt natural too her especially in moments like this of anticipation, or she had been running. This was just another part of her often forgetting her nature. After all she had been ‘changed as a child twice. Or at least mentally and socially.<br/><br/>So closing her eyes and taking one more breath  the feral young woman started towards the church, the one that brought memories through scent. The trail was there for her and was uneven for a start and grew yet more difficult as she travelled on. Yet somehow Rose pushed herself harder, after all she had survived many things and this was just another. That which almost called to her now would be in her sights soon enough.<br/><br/>Of course the gangrel hunted along the way, for even a rabbit carries blood, she also conserved it as much as she was able, using the minimum for her journey. The terrain was difficult yes but not completely impossible for one such as she, so versed in the ways of the wilds. Of course Rose was vigilant too for the many dangers that might approach her.<br/>