Freedom came once a month and when it did it was pure heaven. The stress of the human world shed for the freedome of the hunt.Silent was a bit sore from the moring run and her run in with Milo. Silent still didn't really know what had happened after Milo knocked her away...Only when she came to she wa propped up against a tree. But besides the dull throbbing and soreness...The change had come easily. The popping bones and breaking flesh was the bitter sweet pain that came with the change...One that reminded Silent of the creature she had become. It was almost a hour before the black swamp wolf would shake off the remains of flesh and silver liquid that clung to her furr. Silent was a unusal woman in human form. But as a wolf she was a true creature of beauty. Unlike most of the wolves in the pack Silent looked more like a dog..Well not so much a dog as a wolfhound. The pelt was black with large patches of silver. Those golden colored eyes were more the color of fresh sap or amber. The wolf was a lanky creature...And it was ready for the hunt...The thanksgiving to the moon was sung as she ran into the woods...And ran... Rabbits...A small doe was taken down. Even a snake that had gotten in her way. Sure the swamp wolf had come across a pack member or two during her hunt and would play and tease them. But for the most part the night was spent in solitude. By the crack of dawn Silent and wolf were full and curled up in the cave they had found the night that Silent killed Boston's Bolverk. There was something special about this place. Just what was so special....Time would tell wouldnt it.