Night had fallen and the full moon had risen into the star filled sky. The full moon, everyone knew what that meant, and everyone knew to run home and lock themselves in. The creatures of the night, the big bad wolves, they were all coming out to play. And Moira Crawford was no exception. Shortly after her transformation, the woman left the den to hunt. She wasn't sure what she would find, prey or a new addition to the pack.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to find new additions anymore. Since James had merged his pack with that of Fenrir Greyback, Moira wasn't sure of what to do about much. Sure, she still answered to James, but she had to answer to Fenrir too and that actually made her uncomfortable. She didn't want that but it wasn't like she could help it. She had to listen to Fenrir otherwise things could end badly for her.
For once, Moira was afraid of something. Of someone.
She entered Knockturn Alley in the shadows created by the buildings and the moonlight that hit the opposite sides of where she placed herself. It was empty, even the 'bad guys' that were usually around the Alley were gone. Even they were afraid of the Werewolves that came out once a month. Moira sniffed the air and caught the scent of someone that wasn't familiar. Of someone that didn't seem to belong there. Who would be stupid enough to leave their home during the full moon?
The Ravenclaw graduate quickly became interested and followed the scent. She quickly found a young man, obviously younger than her, walking in the Alley. She remained hidden in the shadows but she followed him, wanting to know where he was going. He seemed paranoid, quickening his pace to seemingly run away from something that he wasn't sure was there.
Moira wasn't far behind him though and she suddenly ran at almost full speed, passing the man and turning around in front of him, ready to attack him.