Noah shoved the rubble out of the way of the entrance to the apartment complex. The juvenile werewolf growled irritably as he shouldered the last pane of glass put of his path, smashing it victoriously. He had been stuck there for days, since the first fee floors had collapsed. His pistol was in hand and sniper across his back, both just about dry on ammunition. He sighed to himself and looked up at the sky. He guesstimated at how many days he had been trapped, mainly on how hungry he was.<br/>His eyes snapped back down to the ground as he picked up a scent. He growled loudly.<br/>It was Jack's scent.