Sun Mote Copse driving alone in my car

Samantha was confused but did not want to argue. She gave another apathetic sigh and turned to prepare for her imminent departure. Not really, she replied. Tilting her head in mock thought, she hummed a short note — Hm... — before sounding a short, sardonic laugh. 

The field would be awaiting her return. As time went on, she found her hunger growing exponentially. Sammy knew that this rendezvous would have to come to an end if she wanted to hunt before night. Bye, Firebirds. She shot each wolf another snide smirk and exited the scene.