Voron padded through the darkening forest, her footsteps muffled even though she was in her Secui form, which was the heaviest of all of them. She was a fearsome sight, if any human saw her he'd think her a demon. The black female sniffed the air, then shook herself and started to move faster, the thick mane along her spine starting to bristle. This caused her to look even fiercer and larger than she already was. Suddenly, she froze. Her dark brown eyes were locked on a rabbit; it was small and skinny, but look absolutely delicious to the female. It was almost comical as she stalked forward, her intense gaze trained unwaveringly on her prey as she moved with exaggerated silence across the needle-carpeted ground. She froze every time the rabbit looked up, not even her whiskers twitching, untill it bent down again to scuffel at the ground. Then all of a sudden, Voron lept into the air and landed perfectly, with her two front paws on the ground at either side of the prey and her large jaws crunching down on it's spine. The female seemed to relax once she was sure it was dead, becoming almost playful as she nudged it and sniffed at what would soon be her dinner. As she was pickng it up to carry it away - earlier she had found a shallow cave that would suffice for the night - she caught the scent of smoke. She was suprised; she had been told that this was unclaimed territory, and she hadn't expected another wolf to want to camp out in the dead of winter. She supposed it could be a loner, or a dangerous rogue, but as always, curiosity got the better of her. With the dead rabbit in her mouth, the pitch black Russian trotted towards the smoke-scent.
When she reached the source of the scent, she found a small campsite. The scent of another wolf - a male, smelling of a pack, although she couldn't remember which - was all around it. Voron stayed on the outskirts of the small clearing, sniffing nervously around untill she was sure there was no one there. Then she warily entered it, dropping her rabbit by the fire so her jaws would be free if she needed to defend herself. Once she was satisfied that the maker of the fire was not currently present, and that there was only one wolf, she sat down by the warm fire and thought. The other wolf would smell that she had been here; if he was some kind of murderer or rapist he'd probably track her down and kill her. She didn't particularly want to wait here for him to return, as he could easily surprise her or bring more wolves. So it seemed her only option was to find him herself and see what she was dealing with. Decision made, the female rose and sniffed around the camp more carefully than before. Soon, she found what she was looking for: a trail. Alert and wary, the she-wolf followed it.
The male's scent trail led to a large pond. Voron saw his discarded jeans and realized he had probably gone for a swim. He was a crazy bastard to do it in the middle of winter, but at least there was no ice around the pond. Suddenly, the male's shape came into view, floating on the water. She couldn't quite make out the colour of his coat due to the falling darkness, but it appeared to be black, or at least quite dark. The female considered this for a second, not quite sure how to proceed. Then, she started shifting. Her legs lengthened, and various bones shifted and contorted. Her paws formed gruesome claws, then finally hands. The mane on her back transformed into thick manelike hair that blended perfectly with her thick black fur. Three faint scars were visible on her body; claw marks on her left thigh. A bitter gift from her mother. When the transformation was complete, Voron raised herself from the cold ground. Although she now possesed the ability to stand on two legs, she remained crouched down to stay hidden. Silently, the she-wolf crept towards the waterline, trying to get a better look at this male.