Between the two mountains whistler and BlackComb ((so actually between the mountains)) and a long way up the dirt road that lays beside the river that runs between the two. Is a cabin, two stories tall about 70 feet long, this cabin is home of some different kind of people. Not as they are stange or weird, but as they are not human. Well they are, but only in some looks and ways. No these people are werewolves, they must keep them selves hidden away for the most part. Cause there are people who are looking to capturer the werewolves to do study's an other things on them.<br/><br/>Anyways out front of the cabin relaxing in a law chair Is one the pack members, his name is Micky. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he waited the return of a few of the pack members. Micky was one of the first few in the pack. Hell he would e the alpha if he wasn't so lazy, but he didn't care. That passed onto someone who could actually do things with the pack. "God why can't they just hurry up and get back here with food and other things." He said out load<br/><br/>The other pack members had gone for the short driver into town to pick up food and other things  that the pack needed.