[center][h1]Finn[/h1][/center]
Location: Road 68
Time: Night
Interacting with: [@Kkushmar] Boris


Finn stared at the man in the distance, did he just saw a reflection in the man’s eyes? And then it struck the young wolf, how could he have missed it! The scent of a werewolf. Was he the one who howled earlier? Finn drove his car a little bit closer. Now the light of the car’s headlights where casting down upon the man who walked alone at night in the forest. Finn could now see the man clearly. His messy hair, wild beard and lack of shoes suggested that this fellow was some kind of hobo. Judging from his bloodied shirt, he could some murder hobo from the woods. That would make a decent B-grade slasher horror.

Finn got out of his car and could feel the tension in the air. The man in front of him had clearly noticed that he was a werewolf as well. Since the young wolf wasn’t a residence of the area, the wolf in front of him might perceive the young man as a treat to his territory. Not that it mattered to the young wolf, Finn wanted to know what happened in the woods and if his brother might be involved. Bloody shirt man might have some answers to the questions that where raging inside Finn’s head. 

[color=b22222]“Hey old guy, are you alright?”[/color] Said Finn with a friendly smile as he thought that the wolf in front of him was a lot older then Finn was. Lycanthropes had this funny aging thing. Mature ones could be decades older then they looked like. The downside of this was that humans regularly perceived Finn as a couple of years younger. That was one of the bonusses that pure bloods get when they are born. 

Finn continued to fire his barrage of questions at the older wolf in front of him. [color=b22222] What happened? Where you the one who howled? Where you hunting or in a fight? Are you alone? Where’s your pack? You’re part of a pack, right?”[/color] It took the young wolf some time to realize he was blabbering an nearly endless stream of vocal sounds onto what looked like an tired old man. Finn wasn’t sure why he was talking so much but he kind of had a habit of doing so in new situations. He paused his barrage of questions of a second and scratched the back of his head before speaking again [color=B22222]I’m talking too much, right? I’ll shut up now…….. wait, I haven’t even introduced myself yet. That’s no proper etiquette. I’m Finn”[/color]