She turned at the sound and let out an answering yip and howl. Catching the scent of some rabbit then, she sniffed along the ground until she caught the scent of fear, anxiety and the need to flea. She took off, feet flying, her heart was pounding. She was running hard and fast. Her heart hammering in her chest. The feeling of being free and in pursuit of game made all her pain and worries fade away and her baser, more animalistic needs took over then. She caught up to the rabbit then. She skidded over it, they both rolled, she got back to her feet and took off in close pursuit, salivating as she nipped at its heels. She noticed a patch of trees and grass that the rabbit could easily get lost in and she stepped up her pursuit, she stretched out her neck and caught its back leg in her maw and clamped down hard. She was given a satisfying crunch. She let it go, now incapacitated and pounced on it. Catching it in her jaws, she shook the animal and its neck cracked. Once it hung limp, she ate it fast. Knowing she wanted to be done before him. She ate fast. Then took off back toward the alley. She ran really fast, faster then before until she felt like her heart might explode. She was suddenly back. She pushed the change back as fast as she could, pulled on her clothing and rummaged through his clothes for her keys. Once they were found, she ran out of the alley like the devil was on her heels, putting the key in the ignition, she turned it on without putting on her helmet and took off. She drove to the trailer park and packed a few bags. Throwing them over he back, along with her leather jacket. When she was done, she drove back to her hotel room and quickly went inside. She stripped, turned on the shower and stepped inside and cried. Knowing that it was over. She'd need not seem him until the next moot. It hurt her, just as much as that whole scene in the alleyway did, but he told her to go away and she did, with a broken heart.