[center][h2][color=009900]Blaine Moore[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][i]Day 1, late afternoon to early evening[/i][/center]

[center][i]On her way home; running in the forest near her home[/i][/center]

	Blaine was driving home, the zing from the encounter in the Indo and the day's weird anxiety were waring in her gut, causing the most uneasy sensation. The bike ride no longer able to settle her nerves like it usually did. Still she kept to the speed limit and attentive driving even as Salem's traffic was spars, especially at this time of the day. By the time she reached her home she was a jumble of nerves. She stashed her bike in the tool shed and went inside her home in record time. She was out of her clothes and in pelt even faster, bounding for the nearing forest park.

	Blaine felt so free running in pelt, the fire of the new encounter under her paws, the anxiety of the day still heavy in her belly. Her claws shot out and her speed increased making her a streak of snow white zooming between the brown of the tree trunks, chunks of dirt and fallen foliage flying in arks behind her. She had no set destination. She just needed to feel one with nature, allow herself to fall in her warm embrace and let the All Mother heal her. But still the feeling of unease persisted. Spurring her on and on faster and faster. She wasn't overly huge in her wolf form. Still she was bigger than some of the large dog breeds, but with the distinct wolf physiology. Perhaps the most striking of her wolf features were her eyes. The eyes of the Weres held a supernatural glow. And Blaine's shone even brighter against her snow white pelt. At moments she was almost surreal to look at. As if she'd stepped out of some fairytale. But she was real enough.

	Her heart pounded in her wolven chest. Her nose wet with the plethora of scents. Her ears twitching and twisting to catch errant noises. Her snow beam form glided effortlessly between obstacles, trees and low shrubs. And still the anxiety haunted her. She stopped in a clearing and barely contained the urge to howl in frustration. It was not the time for howls. Still she allowed herself a soft snarl and puffed out a breath of air.

	Suddenly her ears started twitching and twisting and turning like radio dishes. The scent hit her even before she heard anything. Vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. Which was strange since Blaine prided herself in her vast arsenal of known smells and scents. But this one eluded her. She knew it, yes, but from where or when she couldn't tell. There was also something else. There was a distinct foulness to it. And it was getting closer. Her ears started picking up the sounds of paw falls on the forest bed. Her danger sense kicked in, flooding her system with adrenalin. Something was coming for her or someone... Or multiple someones according to what her ears were telling her. She stood her ground. She was Were Alpha of Salem and she would not run from a fight.

	As soon as she saw them, she knew something was not right with them. She also recognized the scent. It was that of the frenzied werewolf that had killed her family and turned her!

	They charged!

	Blaine roar-growled and threw herself into the fight.

	The clearing and the surrounding forest filled with the sounds of primal battle. Angry growls. Frustrated yelps of pain. Heavy breathing. Bodies impacting against bodies. Angry snarls.