[center][h1][color=0072bc]Charlotte Edwards[/color][/h1]
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[center] Interacting with: [@rivaan](Natasha) and anyone in the area who could overhear them. [/center]


Charlotte was sitting in her office when the reporter came in. She looked up and watched the encounter before standing up and casually cracking her door open. After sitting down, she tucked a few locks of her long black hair behind her ear and listened carefully, picking out the pair of voices across the room. She quickly clicked her pen and began scribbling down the conversation before looking up to see her leave. What the hell was a reporter doing here so early after the attack? It wasn’t a face she recognised either, certainly an out of towner. Charlotte narrowed her eyes and put her pen back down, glancing over her notes quickly.

Time to go.

She quickly grabbed her change of clothes from her locker before heading out the back door of the clinic. With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, she stripped down and shifted into the red and gray wolf that she really was. Charlotte picked up the bag containing her clothing in her jaw and then took off into the forest, watching the reporter from a distance. No, stalking her from a distance. She kept low, hiding in the tall grass and following the reporter’s scent. Her steps were silent and thoughtfully placed, the practiced stalk of a veteran werewolf. Invisible to all but the most observant and undetectable to even the most trained ear. The only ones who’d even have a chance of hearing her were at the Lake. Werewolves.

Charlotte laid in the grass, watching the reporter call out and throw a small hissy fit at the forest. It was entertaining, but she had her own suspicions about a reporter suddenly showing up in Red Lake after a wolf attack, and she was going to get the truth.

She quickly changed forms once again, changing into the civilian clothes she had brought with her and paid careful attention to clean off any hair that she may have shed as well. Then, it was a matter of adding a touch of perfume to herself to mask the scent and she’d be no different than any other normal civilian in town.

Charlotte backtracked to the road and then walked a small length of it, coming from the same direction the reporter had been walking. She approached the blonde with a careful step, noting the camera in her hand. [color=0072bc]“Wolf attack eh? Tell me, how does a reporter who is evidently from out of town know about this, and then on top of that, know to come to the clinic where the victims were treated and interrogate my nurses?” [/color]

She examined the lady with a trained eye, glancing in the direction of the other voices [color=0072bc]“Also...what gives you the right to pry and get the names of the victims? Patient information is confidential unless given out by them.”[/color]