Gevaudan

Luna darted away without a care for the world heading directly towards the source of the howl than replied to her. She forgot the hunger, the thirst, the tiredness of the long and cumbersome trip she had endured, made even more extenuating due to her constantly trying to keep up to hunters that were one rank above her.

Her mind was completely blank and she only focused on her sense of smell, trying to catch the slightest hint of aroma that could lead her to another lycanthrope. Nothing could stand in the way of the most basic instincts of a lycanthrope, not even the thought of the friends she so casually left behind. Luna's rational mind was usually diminished whenever she transformed, but on this occasion it had completely disappeared.