[Quest] The Hunters and the Hunted.

[Demetri Malius]

Gabriella chuckled along, "He really is going to have a rough night.."

They progressed along in the dank forest, the smell of mildew and pine in the air as they lost sight of the farmhouse. This was werewolf territory now, and if they didnt keep a look out for 'Poor Peter', they could easily be caught off guard. Although they were confident in their abilities, a werewolf was nothing to scoff at in terms of strength and speed.

"I think I can smell him, I guess it's true that werewolves smell like a putrid dead dog. I can't tell if I like it or not." The undead girl joked, her ax out  and her hand by her gun, while Victor followed close behind with her daggers at the ready. In the silence , the hoots of owls and caws of crows echoed, as if they were being watched. The two hunters trailed along as Gabriella attempted to find the source of the smell, tracing it back to the far depths of the forest. They continued their silence, hoping to keep their steal, drawing near to the source of the smell, or so Gabriella thought.

"Are you fucking kidding me."

"Ah, well, at least you were smelling right, putrid dead dog."

"Fucker probably killed it to throw us off his scent. Fucking dammit. C'mon, let's head this way, he probably went this way."

Victor nodded and followed her behind, rushing forward as they tried to recover all the lost time and distance. It seemed that Peter was one smart dog. However, Gabriella wasn't about to let this bitch of a mutt outsmart her. In the distance, a howl echoed, with there being howls in response. What exactly Peter had in store for them was a mystery,, but they were both in for a hell of a fight.