Ryan stopped in his tracks as he heard a feminine voice moving toward him. Next him now stood a pale, redheaded girl pointing down the road to where his truck had disappeared to. He responded by nodding to her question. [color=B22222]"Sure is, er, was now. Hopefully it doesn't crash into anything or, even worse, cause any injuries,"[/color] he continued. [color=B22222]"I also hope that no one takes any of my stuff. All that's really of any value is my guns and ammo, but what's a hunter without his weapons?"[/color] He gave a light chuckle at this statement before making a loud sigh.

It was then that he remembered this person was a complete stranger and he hadn't really introduced himself. [color=B22222]"Name's Ryan by the way. Friends call me, well, Ryan. Pretty hard to come up with a nickname for a name so short. So, you here for the big gathering of hunters, too?"[/color] he said. Ryan purposefully kept out the part about what they were hunting in case his assumption was wrong, though considering where they were he couldn't think of anything else this woman could be here for. He had learned from past experience that telling a random stranger you are a werewolf hunter usually ends with pepper spray to the eyes and being battered by old ladies' purses. [i]Oh man was that a fun day. Seriously, even if I was crazy and werewolves didn't exist, those women totally overreacted.[/i]