[center][u][b][h2][color=F4A460]Savannah[/color][/h2][/b][/u] - [i]Pennsylvania, one mile from Wolves camp[/i][/center][hr][color=DCDCDC]
Savannah watched as the Wolves approached her and sat patiently.  Despite their attempts not to step on leaves, she could hear each of them breathing as if they were next to her. She set her elbows on her knees, her hands on one another and then her chip on it. The spear in her pants' loop was angled between them as well. She knew she could grab it quick enough if she needed defend herself; though she doubted they would instantly attack her. She knew she could handle herself if anything should occur. Of course, Pepper wasn't too far away either, more than likely poised to attack as well.  She hoped he wouldn't show himself.[/color] 

[color=DCDCDC]A sudden whisper caused her to turn her head ever so slightly. There he was: the leader of the Wolves or Satan himself. The woman next to him must have been his right hand. His eye color was shocking, though she had already seen him to know it wasn't natural. Savannah could not help but smirk. Had she caused enough trouble to lure him out? She studied her angle and direction to him. He was farther away, though not out of her reach. A quick, unexpected throw with her spear to could possibly turn fatal. Despite the temptation it brought, she knew that wouldn't be the right move. She was outnumbered.  She withheld a sigh as to not show aggravation and turned her gaze down to the Wolves surrounding her tree. Her angle was rigid now with them right underneath her. The upper hand she had though was the element of surprise.[/color] 

[color=F4A460][b]"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. What's up?"[/b][/color] [color=DCDCDC]Savannah turned to gaze at Roman and look him in the eye.[/color][color=F4A460][b]"I'll give you a hint, it's me."[/b][/color] [color=DCDCDC]She winked at him and lounged back into the branch behind her while keeping the spear nearby her. There were still faint drops of blood on them she hadn't completely washed out. Savannah glanced at them briefly and wipe some of it off and brought it to her lips. [/color][color=F4A460][b] "Mm, Type A. My favorite."[/b][/color][color=DCDCDC] She had been careful not to let it enter her mouth and only her lips. She brushed it off on her pants and adjusted her jackets. She wasn't thankful to have them now; they hid her body and if she were mutated or not. While she had been greeting them, Anna had been careful to conceal her fangs. She faintly smirked and stared Roman down.[/color]