[indent]The wanderer followed the wide main street, cigarette smoldering in his mouth.

Perhaps Metz would smell the acrid smell of tobacco drifting on the wind.

But the wanderer sure as hell smelled him.

The wolf strode along the street towards what he thought was the center of the town, following the strangely familiar scent in the air.

Eventually, as if over a few hours or a few minutes, he didn't know, he stumbled upon the fountain plaza. A big plaza in front of a ruined building, looked like a town hall of some sort. And there stood a man. A familiar man.

Daniel smirked and took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke above him.

[color=lightblue]"Metz. Long time."[/color][/indent]