[centre][color=00a651][i][h3]Connor[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: The lake
Interacting with:[@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa[/centre]

"[color=8dc73f]There are not wild packs around here, though, are there?"[/color] Connor said slowly, almost purposefully, seeing that Vanessa wasn't being entirely honest, the young man shifted the wood he carried, watching her seriously. As Vanessa seemed to have some sort of turn, Connor's eyes were drawn to the sky, frowning slightly. [color=8dc73f]"Vanessa. There's something not quite right around here. You should get your camp packed up and leave"[/color] He said suddenly, looking back to her, but Vanessa was already leaving. He watched her go, frowning, not letting her out of his site. 

He didn't know why he was concerned, but he had high intelligence, and he could follow a pattern easily enough. Some part of him had been following the pattern since his fathers death. He couldn't say why he knew something was going to happen, but he did. 

Unconsciously, he reached up to his left shoulder, imagining he could feel the rip and tear of meat, tendon and flesh as teeth tore into it, and impulsively he marched into the camp without thinking he was intruding. Dropping his wood, he grabbed Vanessa's arm, and pulled her up with an ease that suggested he wasn't merely skinny. 

He leaned in close and said in barely a whisper, [color=8dc73f]"What is happening to me?"[/color] He didn't know why Vanessa would have the answers to what had happened, but there was definitely something strange about her.