At the last words of the diviner, all she-wolves present break out in a run of pride, into the woods, within the haze land howling as a sign for interested male wolves to locate them.
Hazing has always been a night of pride for werewolves and she-wolves took pride in their run, letting their lustful pheromones penetrate the air and their scent called on male-wolves like a spell.
The moon shone brightly, illuminating the entire land dedicated to the haze, as a sign that the moon goddess blesses their night and mother nature has accepted the spell cast by the diviner.
Every haze, the male-wolves would wait impatiently as the female wolves ran, while they let their sense pick up on the scent of various females.
The chase begins once they lock their nose on a distinct scent, there after
