Brandon wasn’t paying as much attention as he should, so when the scent of a werewolf crossed his path he was a bit startled, stopping and looking around him. From what he could tell there was only one, but he didn’t lower his guard. He had never actually crossed paths with a werewolf. He had come close a few times, but he had never actually seen one. Briefly he thought about tuning and leaving. The woods were known to be home to werewolves. But there was no written law that they had anymore right to be here than he did. So he stubbornly decided to stand his ground. "Who's there?" He demanded, his voice carrying through the forest.








