A loud screech is heard in the night, as what appears to be a hawk glides above the group of gathered Gangrel. The bird of prey descends swiftly, perching itself on a large rock nearby. After a couple of seconds, the animal starts to change at an inhumanly fast rate, giving form to the Clan's Whip.
Tracy, now sitting on the large rock offers her cousins a little smile. She's wearing her usual getup, consisting of jeans, a red tank top, her black leather jacket and her combat boots. The petite Deputy also has a feather stuck in her fiery red hair, but seems unaware of its existence. Her innocent smile hides the fierce Beast howling inside, which she quickly subdues as she tilts her head to one side and cracks her neck loudly.
"Hey! How's everyone doing?" said the redheaded Savage, a devilish sparkle flashing across her emerald green eyes. "Y'all ready for a little hunting?"
-1 Vitae for Shape of the Beast, -1 Vitae for Vigor