You're a werewolf, having just gotten into a fight with a group of vampires. You managed to kill them all, but you're heavily injured. You limp into a field, laying down as you're bleeding out. That's when you smell it, a vampire.

Victoria is running through the woods at supernatural speeds. Having just lost her mate, she's absolutely furious and heartbroken, needing something to take out her frustration on. That's when she gets a smell of blood. It's strong, almost intoxicating, and it smells like a werewolf. She runs to the scent, seeing a heavily injured werewolf lying in a field, growling at her.

"Hm, little doggy, down on their luck."