After inheriting a run down camper van from her Uncle, Luna packed up a few essentials and her beloved guitar and moved to Moonwood Mill. Hoping a little seclusion would help her push through this creative rut she was in. Fresh air and peace and quiet was what she expected, getting attacked on her first night was not. Hopefully these scratches start to heal soon, the bite on her arm however may take a little longer. #werewolf (also check my gallery for her trailer/caravan)