The golden furred wolf lay in the mud for what seemed an eternity. While still some ways off, she could almost feel the approach of dawn. Panic rose, then fell again with the realization that nothing she could do would make the paralyzing poison seep from her system any faster. She lay quietly, eyes open to stare ahead at nothingness. Until...

Until the sound of running feet reached her ears. She strained for it, then feared it. She was in wolf territory. Not a good place to be when you are a leech. She wished she could close her eyes. She wished she could leap up, shake off the poison and run away. She could do none of those things. As it turned out, it wasn't necessary. The runner seemed kind upon reaching the stricken wolf, trying to help, yet not knowing quite how. A woman, it wasn't until she made the animal noises, clearly expecting some sort of response from the wolf at her feet, that Rain knew she was more then a woman. Shit.

Rain whimpered softly, letting the woman know she wasn't dead to avoid a burial. Unfortunately, that's just when the woman noticed the prone wolf WAS dead. She backed away warily as Rain felt her muscles begin to loosen up enough to allow her to stumble to her feet. Moving drunkenly, the wolf that was Rain tried to put a little distance between herself and the woman, except that the woman followed.

Demands flew from the woman, hot and furious, until finally Rain managed to shudder herself into a more human form, shocking the woman to a brief silence. All hell nearly broke loose after that, more questions and demands flowing from the shifter's lips. Rain tried to answer them. Some, not all. Until she grew exasperated by the holier then thou tone. Giving the woman one more shock, the Gangrel wrenched her form into that of a bat and made off into the night, finding a hollowed tree some distance away to sleep away the day.

The following night, Rain returned to civilization, having had about as much of nature as she could handle for the time being.