Sorry I haven't been posting. FH didn't load too well in the past days.))
Scarborough walked down the street in her human form, her face completely blank. She turned a corner in the most nonchalant way. She sniffed at the corner, and caught the scent of several werewolves. Oh well. Wolves in her territory wouldn't matter as long as they didn't tread on her place. Scarby narrowed her blue eyes ever so slightly as she smelled a male. Females were one thing. Males, however, couldn't be tolerated. She began tracking his scent.
She almost got to an old warehouse when she spotted a fem she had smelled earlier walk out, not looking very happy. Scarby started walking beside her. "Hey," she said, feigning a smile and pretending to be friendly. "How are you doing on this beautiful evening?" Her blue eyes reflected the light of the moon, and her smiling face seemed genuine. But, underneath, she sought info, and she needed it quick.