After sniffing the ground and air to pick up the scent, the were-woman rises to her haunches, and, despite not being a wolf, bellows her allegiance to the moon above before beginning her hunt.
Not long after, her gaze is locked onto a bounding deer. Together they are dancing amongst the trees. In the single long-lasting moment, as she rushes and leaps around the forest, Rebecca feels more at home in her body than she ever did as a human. Although she can't be certain, she catches glimpses of other were-creatures. Only as the hunt continues does she notice any firm details about them, including the corruption of their features into something unholy and demonic.
Recoiling, almost losing sight of her prey, Rebecca casts her head around but can see no trace of the hellish were-creatures that hunted alongside her, nor do any of her other senses.
Shaking the visions off, but with her heart beating faster than before she picks up the hunt again. A final leap seals the animal's fate, as Rebecca presses a clawed, feline hand against its neck. Crowning her victory with a pleased purr before releasing him back into the wilds. Even if something dark had told her to claim her prize as a predator, Rebecca felt satisfied with displaying her prowess as a hunter.
Rebecca stayed a while longer before she returned to the compound and snuck into bed. After falling asleep, Rebecca found herself in the same dreamscape as last night, and as she had been during the hunt. Everyone eagerly welcomed into the sybaritic orgy.
Once she had finished her morning routine and gotten a hearty breakfast, she donned her iron claws and made her way to the gym. Doing her best to recollect Yara's moves from the day before so could start practicing them.
