Lauren fully intended to go check out the game of capture the flag going on that night, but wanted the opportunity for a solo run first, both to blow off a little excess energy and to settle into her chosen skin before heading off to hang with a bunch of other born weres. The more she could roll around in the woods and work up a nice, healthy bobcat sweat, the less she'd smell like human. Though she supposed a certain amount of human was acceptable, considering born weres could safely interact with humans on full moons, but still. Plus, it always took her a little while to get comfortable in a cat skin - they were just so much more visually stimulated than she was. Lauren was an artist and thus relied heavily on her sight, but cats could get distracted by a blade of grass waving in the wind. It was always a little insane at first, until she got used to the increased senses.
So she'd parked her car out of sight, stripped and left her clothes locked safely inside with the key in its magnetized case under the car, and a few painful moments later was a sleek, spotted bobcat. Twitching her stump of a tail, she set off for a run.
Cats were actually one of her favorite skins to wear, and she made a mental note to see if she couldn't get her hands on a few other big cat skins - which would mean going hunting for them at some point. The flexibility and agility was always a wonder, and she found herself testing the cat's innate balance by running along any narrow thing she came upon. Probably a stupid move; it had only been a week since she'd hurt her shoulder, but if she kept most of her weight on her other three legs, it wasn't such a big deal. As long as she didn't fall or land funny, she doubted she'd reinjure it and require a trip to a doctor.
It was about mid-run that she made her mistake. Without the natural instincts of the bobcat to make her realize that she was scenting other predators - wolves, if she remembered correctly - Lauren actually made it to the water before catching sight of the animals. Cursing herself for not paying attention - her grandfather would have killed her if he'd been here to see it - Lauren skidded to a stop in a very un-bobcat-like manner, then froze. She could get up a tree and maybe wait them out if they attacked - but then the rest of the scent clicked in her mind. She'd only smelled it briefly as the marten, but she knew that scent. Wolf... but not. Werewolf. Born, if they were out free and not caged, she hoped. It made her chances of not being attacked better, but not entirely. She watched the group warily, prepping herself to climb if they came after her.