Raven's Watch destructivist

It had been about five to six different moods that Julep had gone through in just that one day. From blissful at the sight of the ocean from the mountains, going through disgusted at her own smell and sensitive about her cramps, to the good ol' full beastmode about that crow that wouldn't stop following her around but she couldn't really reach to rip apart once he took flight.

She didn't remember last time being so intense, but she hadn't considered that she hadn't felt so surrounded and pressured to find someone to relieve her from her impulsive cravings back then. It was hard, getting all those scents of wolves from every direction, so much that she didn't even fight it anymore and turned south to pursue one of those trails.

She bumped into him (all but literally) when she least expected it. She could hear his steps in the distance first, walking through the forest like he was the only living this around, and something in Julep pushed her to chase after him like a lost puppy, making no effort to conceal her presence once she was within his field of vision. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she was doing it anyway, take her where it may.