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Location: American Museum of Natural History, New York City
Time: Late Afternoon


Ji stood outside the museum, phone and car keys in hand. When she got the text to go to this place, she figured it was something serious so she immediately changed and got into her car. Wearing a green dress with light green vines and leaves decorating it. Walking up the the long staircase, she took a moment to adjust and filter through the many scents in the surrounding area. When she finally adjusted, she began to sniff around, discreetly of course and found his scent. Her hips wiggled a bit, a way that would remind anyone of those dogs born with a very tiny tail, she lifted her head slightly again, smelling for general direction.


 Smelling that he was around a bunch of people made her a bit nervous and her hips stop their wiggling . It was not a good idea to reveal that she was a werewolf like him in the middle of public with hundreds of ears listening, not to mention the cameras that are bound to be littering the place.


She followed the trail until she nearly bumped into the tour departing for the next exhibit. This was where the trailed ended, annoying as it was, but perhaps this is where he was. She began to look for him, using her sense of smell to try and find him. Her eyes landed on a male wearing casual pants and a polo shirt, seeing him talking to a girl. 


Not wanting to be rude, she stayed in her spot, worry starting to work its ugly way into her brain when she saw Ben hunching over like he was in pain and being taken off somewhere. Warning bells went off in her head and she began to panic. If he transformed now he could be killed by hunters or some humans could get hurt. Struggle to get around or through the crowd she ended up losing him making her growl under her breath.


[color=lavender]”Oh hell no, I am not about to lose him again.”[/color] She muttered. Walking away from the stupid crowd- yes stupid since they are just walking around talking and oh more talking instead of looking at the exhibits. Talk about almost no respect for history. She used her nose and found his scent again, but it was mixing in with a familiar scent.


Shit! He was transforming! With this thought running wild in her head  she began to fast walk, without drawing attention to herself, after him. When she did find him, he was unfortunately already in his werewolf form and with the same girl as before.