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[Color=darkorange][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk
[Color=darkorange][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Woods, near Vie et Mort
[Color=darkorange][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Luna[@Potter]
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Liam and his pack had been in Ember Grove for only a short amount of time but already this was a promising town. There was more supernatural activity going on here than even in many of the large cities he’d been too. Mysterious disappearances, high murder rates, and the unmistakable hint of blood that seemed to taint the air here. It would seem the rumors about this place were true, Ember Grove had it all; hunters, witches, and vampire threats lurking around every corner. With all it had going on finding wolves shouldn’t be much trouble either; with one new wolf already in their ranks. Only days after they had arrived in town and settled in the campgrounds, he had found another werewolf here with saddest eyes he’d ever seen. That wolf, Boris, was welcomed into the pack and the pack welcomed Boris, after all, to Liam, this was the purpose as of a family, of a pack. While the others of the pack where given assignments, to integrate into the town, sniff out threats, or search for other wolves or packs to help them, he gave none to Boris. Liam felt this new wolf needed time to adjust and wasn’t quite ready for pack work just yet. 

Learning the layout of the town was easy enough, it was small and Liam had a keen sense of direction. He was glad to see it had a good amount of woods surrounding it and the campgrounds provided a perfect space for werewolves, most of his kind preferred the outdoors to small apartments or motel rooms. This preference worked to their advantage in a few ways, shying away from too many human comforts kept them from growing soft, it kept the pack together making it easier to look out for one another, and provided ample space for running, hunting, and training. With a pack that lived a nomadic lifestyle living in the woods or at campgrounds also helped keep living costs down. These were all considerations he had to keep in his mind as an alpha, he had to put the pack first, anticipate their needs, and constantly be on watch to ensure they were protected. If he didn’t, if he lost their trust, he wasn’t entirely sure what would come of all the wolves he’d banned together; would they wind up scattered and lost again or tear themselves apart with infighting? 

Just as he allowed his wolves necessary breaks, Liam too took some nights to be alone, leaving his most trusted wolves in charge. There were two things in the world that allowed him to completely turn off his mind and enjoy the moment; riding his Harley and running as a wolf. As Ember Grove now fell under a cover of darkness, Liam elected for the later choice. Shifting into the large black werewolf that felt more like his true self than the body he was born with, he took to a section of the woods away from the campgrounds and the heavy burden of leadership. He ran feeling the cold autumn air through his thick fur and making a dinner of a few wild rabbits that also called these woods a home. 

His peace was broken by a mournful cry and Liam froze as the sound of another wolf’s howl pierced through the forest. His ears pricked up and he sniffed the air, searching for the direction the howl came from and ran full force towards the cry. The closer he got the heavier the smell of blood became, and he could smell vampires in the area. The wolf he’d heard was in grave danger and he pushed himself to run faster. Liam nearly missed the injured wolf, her dark fur hiding her well as she lay curled up beneath a bush, but his nose caught her scent. He skittered quickly to a stop and crouched low to the ground, gently nudging the other wolf with his nose. For a second he worried she might be dead but he caught sight of her shallow breathing. He scanned the area and while he didn’t see the vampires yet he could smell them and they were close. He nudged the wolf once more hoping to wake her.