Her amber eyes glowed ruby red in the lantern light from the passing coach. The horses skittered, whinnying high, smelling what they could not see, as the coach rocketed around the turn in the road.

She turned her nose to the full moon and howled. The sound of her soul rose and mingled with the cries of her brethren. Deep in her genetic coil, something whispered to her "Tonight is the night!" and try as she might, she could no longer resist.

She had smelled the travelers long before their arrival. The scent of the two-legs carried far. The smell of flowers covering the smell of their meat. The facade didn't work on creatures like herself. Meat was still meat...

She loped behind the speeding carriage, the wind in her silver fur. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, and she appeared to grin at the chase. Soon enough, they would be hers.

The carriage passed through the rotting gates, and only then did the creature pause. She squatted and urinated. This meat was HERS, and none of her kind would dare follow now.