Title: The Werewolf Stalker Redna's nose twitched in the humid night-air and her nose wrinkled in disgust: wet dog smell. Sinking her now extended claws into the soft bark of a tree, she eased her way up into the branches for a better view. Her own scent was disguised with the thick stench of mud -- she'd covered her skin in a pasty layer of it earlier. A routine precaution. The pack of mangy wolves traipsed ever nearer. Aiming to walk directly beneath her high-up hideaway, their laughter like raucous barks. But Redna remained still, stock still, so that the non-perishable, stolen contents of her satchel wouldn't clink. Only the feline glint of her eyes in the moonlight might give her away. Or so she thought. The wolves were in human form, half-naked, and walking from the ocean as if they had just gotten back from a careless romp in the salt water. Gross. It was all she could do to stand a bath after a scavenging foray: to rid herself of mud and dog stench. How they so carelessly dove into the water was not only astounding, but... offensive. While Redna foraged and fought for food, they had time for leisure. Her lips peeled back from her thorn-sharp teeth. Still half-transformed and stock-still, Redna had underestimated the night's heat; the human aspects of her form were beginning to sweat profusely. Unable to stop them, a few droplets of sticky mud skittered from her body and pattered down directly in front of the mutts. Noses flaring, they stopped. The night grew eerily silent. Then, four pairs of predatory eyes lifted upward. Affixing directly upon Redna's hiding place.
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