Rose paused for a short time scratching her head still this was confusing and she had many choices to make, though one was certainly being made for her. A choice it appeared that would take her from the simple life that the gangrel had grown to enjoy. Now at least she had take her fill of blood even if it was animal, and she also knew that even the mountains there might be a few things that if nothing else would provide sustenance.<br/><br/><br/>However Rose knew the terrain was treacherous, so with that in mind she may have to take longer than three days. However she was strong and fit, and had learned to run over terrain of many types during her life.<br/><br/>As it was she could not ignore the dreams and the strange one that had spoken with her. Rose was aware that this was something she would have to follow and investigate even if it was just to suggest that she was unable to continue that which was asked of her.<br/><br/>The thought of a church was troubling too, though the nuns and missionaries were doing that which they thought was right, the gangrel would never forget the pain and distress that the women had caused her.  The musty and somehow disturbing scent remained in her most and it was with that thought she made her way to the disconcerting small church.<br/><br/><br/>Perhaps in the wildest places four legs might be better than two, but she had to remember still to take care for the hunters gun had a sting, a nasty sting…and wolves had not been native here for a long time.<br/>