Unfamiliar territory. New scents and sounds and sights. Fuck it's been so long since she was in a real forest to Hunt. Even excursions with plant life were so... artificial. They looked the part, but they never felt right.

Impatient. The experience in her tells her to bide her time, stay back in the shadows where she can hide, but the part of her that was cooped up in that cell, the part of her that felt powerless, the part of her that itches so intensely to taste blood...

It wins out. Subtlety goes out the window. Daisy rounds up behind the strongest taste of Dahlia's scent, noise of her approached reduced only by the raw reality of her size until in an instant there's something larger.

And what comes lunging from the darkness is a wolf.