[/html]If by weird you mean awesome. :|
She smelled blood. It was not fresh, but nor was it very old; it came to her with a shift of the wind. She looked up to see the blonde man standing on the horizon, on a small nub of a hill amongst rolling crests and falls. Other scents came with that of meat -- the confidence of a hunter after a successful kill, and a home with many other coyotes, or hybrids, perhaps. He was not familiar, no, not by appearance and not by scent, but the impressions of places he'd been and others he'd been around... Cassandra had already known that she was near, but this was the surest sign of yet.
A creature from a child's fairy tale. But at that particular moment, she found that she was more interested in the meat he carried than the clan he was from and the way its history was connected to her own. The night's travel had only put open plains and lifeless hills in her path, and so she had not eaten since the previous morning. The stranger had certainly had his fill already. "Is it a long way home for you?" she asked plainly. The albino woman did not shift to match his form, but she turned to face him and took a few careful steps towards the hill.
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