Ankyra Sound She sells sea shells

set for the morning of april 6th.

Shock wasted no time getting from one place to the next, and she soon found herself on a different pack's borders. She was agitated. Not because she was angry, but because she needed more. Her body (and now her mind) yearned for it. One taste had been enough to send her into a spiral of wanting more and more and more. She was like a kid in a candy store... or maybe a better analogy was a hormonal teenager in a brothel.

The white wolf had barely slept last night, getting only short bursts of sleep between waking with intense desire. She knew she needed the rest, but her body wasn't having it. When she awoke in the wee hours of the morning, her nose had led her here, and she howled for anybody nearby who was looking to do the horizontal tango.