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The Marino girl had lost herself in some mindless exploring earlier in the day. The majority of her time since the official foundation of the artistic pack had been spent lingering around the small town of Thornbury or beside the calm waters of the small pool tucked away within their forest. She had finally decided that she spent far too much time being idle and she convinced herself that getting to know the lands of her home better had been put off for far too long. So that morning the girl had set aside her guitar, pushed the frustrating practice of the instrument aside, and let her feet take her where they would.
Everything seemed quite ordinary up until she stumbled upon the old, three-story lodge sitting serenely amongst the trees. The building was weather-worn, but it had clearly withstood the tests of time, and for this it drew her attention. Lucia had spent time searching through a number of old human buildings in various pack lands and within the concrete jungle of Halifax, but this one had its own distinct flavor. As she stepped inside she discovered that it smelled very natural, like the forest, and she soon realized that that was due in part to the various pelts and heads around the main room. While she could understand the reasons behind the usefulness in salvaging the pelts from prey, she couldn't quite grasp the reason why anyone would want to hang their heads around the walls like that. It was just creepy, like they were watching her from beyond the grave.
Despite the strangeness of it, the sight of the various hunting trophies within the lodge only made her realize how hungry she was. Perhaps it was time for a hunt. Lucia hurried back outside and away from the unsettlingly lifeless gazes of the mounted heads, stopping to shift down to lupus form once she had soil beneath her feet. The changes were swift and practiced, and within a few short minutes she was back on all fours. The girl began her trek away from the old wooden building, jade eyes watchful for any signs of nearby prey.