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From: The Wildchilde
Her feet landed squarely on the next branch as Sally crouched there, watching the misty forest floor. She had been here for hours, alternating between resting on one thick branch or another and leaping from tree to tree. The Gangrel Forest had an ethereal, haunting quality to it, but she seemed more earthly than ever, her poor impression of the Earl of Greystoke forcing a strange contrast with the fae-like wilderness.
Pausing a moment, she heard Johnny's howl in the distance, followed by the bounding of a large stag through the trail just beneath her, wolves hot on its trail. Her thoughts drifted to Jack London's rendition of Buck from Call of the Wild, the monstrous, super wolf/dog that became leader of the Yukon pack succeeding in terrorizing the Yeehats that killed his final master. She wondered if he would embraced the oppurtunity to transform into a lupine form as her sire did...to sniff the air and peer into the darkness with heightened senses, or to bound through the wilderness like he owned it as speeds faster than any human could run...she could only wonder at how some Gangrel ever felt the need to revert to their human forms again...
Suddenly, the neonate sprang from her branch to another, then second, then a third, hopping to each branch in a dangerous game of leapfrog whose failure would lead to a nasty drop to the misted ground below.