"It smells wrong down here."
"Oh shut yer trap. You say that every time we come around this place."
"But the Valley smells like rotting corpses!"
"Both of you be quiet." Nova frowned as she pushed a mass of disheveled blonde hair away from her face.
"Yes Isi..." The two younger males chimed in. The small pack that had been chosen to seek out the source of trouble in the Valley of Vampires was slowly beginning to fray Nova's nerves. She had respect within the pack because of her abilities as a healer and her long standing with the very first of their kind. Of course, the pack life hadn't always been sunshine and daisies.
"Quickly now. I'll scout ahead." A Van Buren to the core since her mishap many years ago, Nova shifted her form to one that was the most comfortable to her. With a warning bark, making sure that the younger boys picked up her clothes, a blonde wolf bolted through the trees as only one with knowledge of forests might.
Nova was a special sort of Werewolf in that she had always been capable of shifting into a wolf form within her small tribe in Kalmarden. She was one of the select few with the ability known to exist on the island, and it seemed that it gave her an advantage when she was forcibly removed from her flesh during the full moon. If given the choice of humanity or eternal damnation through the werewolf disease -- Nova would have chosen to be human. Changing and lusting after human flesh was a hard and difficult lifestyle -- one that left her exhausted and ill at ease for days after. It was only through her gifts as a healer that she came to have some modicum of respect for herself.
Nova slowed as she scouted the perimeter of the woods near the home of Anabel VonHagen. She lifted her nose in the air and snorted. The boys were right, there was a foul stench in the air that often clung to Vampires like an ill advised perfume. Nova seated her furry rump at the edge of the forest, eyeing with sky blue eyes the strong mortal male near the partially destroyed manor of Anabel VonHagen. She let out a sharp bark to announce her arrival and the others that slowly brought up the rear. One of the boys handed her clothes to her and she disappeared with them in her mouth for a few minutes before returning, buckling a belt about her waist. She dressed like a lad but that didn't hinder a single thing about her female origins. A causal glance would mark her as someone of the feminine disposition, and the attitude that she boasted was the stuff of legends. She returned quickly to her place among the other Werewolves as she tied her hair back in a bun, several leaves going unnoticed in the mass of blonde.