[center][i][color=ed1c24][b][h1]Natasha Jackson[/h1]

Location: Hospital then the campsite.

Interacting with: The merry group at the campsite .[/b][/color][/i][/center]

 Natasha found her time in the clinic quite productive. At first the nurse didn’t really want to discuss the people in question who were attacked by the wolf, but after a while she caved in. From the brief exchange, Tasha learned that they were practically lightly harmed and quickly left the clinic to finish recuperating in their homes. This only rose yet another flag in her mind that those were indeed infected by the beast’s plague. She also had the names of those present… for the most part. The intelligence network of the hunters wasn’t to be underestimated. Stuff like those were nearly impossible to keep quiet about and especially in social media it surfaced right up.

 Now that  she had confirmed her suspicions, it was time to check out the scene of the ‘crime’. With her trusty camera in hands and her notepad in the pocket she quickly headed towards the forest, pulling a map of the area on her phone. It was a decent trek to the place, but it wasn’t too much for someone in great physical condition such as herself. Her weapons were treated with a mix of herbs to mask their metallic scents and make it impossible to tell she had anything on herself beside the camera.

 It was turning around noon when she finally began nearing the scene of the attack. She had a rather uncomfortable feeling about it even from this distance. What’s more she could vaguely hear voices from the distance. It seemed the mutts were around their merry camp. Her face didn’t change expressions though. She knew better than that, so with a friendly smile she continued to walk forward, though her body language changed a little than before. Moments ago she didn’t even look phased by the long walk through the forest, now she appeared tired as she was taking deep breaths and moving somewhat slower than moment’s ago.

 [color=ed1c24]“Excuse me!” [/color]She called from distance.[color=ed1c24]” Anyone around here!?”[/color] She asked out loud, as if unsure, now almost tripping on a tree root.[color=ed1c24]” DAMNED FOREST!!! I will kill the boss once I get back home!”[/color] She called in annoyance, placing a hand on the tree for support[color=ed1c24].” Anyone? Can you help me, I’m a reporter, I was told the wolf attack was in this area… *pant* *pant* can you point me in the direction? *pant* *pant* Who said that forest walks were easy anyway...”[/color]