[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/HFoT5PK.png[/img][/center][hr][color=767692][b]Time:[/b][/color]NIGHT
[color=767692][b]Location:[/b][/color] Road 68
[color=767692][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Milkman] Finn
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[color=767692]“I meet you at the campground.”[/color] he said struggling to pronounce the words with his thick Russian accent, insinuating that he rather walk home. Boris backed away from the car and watched as his Alpha and a the other wolves drove away. He wondered if the presence of Liam's pack was intruding on another pack's territory. This town did not have the smell that towns do when they harbor werewolf packs. And that was a smell he knew very well from a darker time in his life when he had been transported from city to city, as his masters sought out other wolves for him to fight.

As he walked on the side of the road, he realized that there was vampire blood on his tank top. He stopped walking and swore in Russian. He already looks crazy enough walking barefoot in the cold of night, and now he has blood on him. This is why he should stay [i]away[/i] from fights; That young wolf could've probably done fine without his help. But he couldn't help it - he was wired to spring into action when fighting was involved. He sighed and continued walking when suddenly he caught another scent. Were the werewolves coming back? No... It was another wolf in a different car. His arms tensed from confusion. When it came to the scent of werewolf packs, this town really did not have one that he recognized. 

As the light from the headlight got closer, Boris did not try to cover his eyes, letting the reflection shine as he already knew the wolf would shortly be able to smell him anyway.