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Post by Sam Uley on Nov 18, 2013 17:02:18 GMT -5
Sam felt the dirt crumble beneath his paws as his claws caressed the dry crumbling dirt. The soil was freshly turned over, someone had not long ago been through this area of the forest. Although Sam knew whom ever it was, they were human at least. Which is what Sam was glad to hear about. Having given Seth and Brady the morning off as he had taken control of the patrol. As much as Sam was always one for being part of the pack he sometimes preferred to patrol alone so that he was not disturbed by either Seth singing, Leah's remarks or Paul's pretend philosophical thoughts about how the world worked. He was thankful to be alone. As the cool crisp breeze swirled around him as leaves danced in tune with the whisper from the breeze he caught the scent of something fresh. Blood. Taking off in the direction that the scent of blood was coming from as his paws carried him faster than his human form could take him. As the trees blurred past him as the rotten smell of flesh made him recoil as he stopped abruptly. Coming upon a dead mountain lion; Approaching as his nose riffled through the dirt as he spotted there was not a single drop of blood on the corpses's body, all the blood had been drained. Vampire. He raised his head into the sky as he let out a shrill of a howl as he called all those who were closest to the scene. If there was another vampire on the scene, the pack needed to know.
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