It had been a while since the strong scent of blood hit Williams nostrels. In a sense it was a home away from home to which he needed to visit once in a while however the mostly included killing people which was also something he would not do unless provoked. The young male sat on the wooden chair, slowly stirring the make-shift spoon that boiled in the pot, the flames underneith began to ravage and burn much like Williams desire to just be set free. At the time he felt like a dog on a leash that was only allowed to go outside for a few days while the moon was out, even if the moon wasnt full after its first shining as 'said' full moon the Werewolves could still transform. That was one of the many dangers of being a wolf such as himself, he could not deny his nature for much longer and perhaps it will be invigirating when the moon would shine.<br/><br/>It took a while but William could hear the steps of his pack making thier way up the rdige side, they sounded like mutts waiting for thier meal to squirm out and just run to them, such a prospect made him laugh yet another thing he didnt do much of. Releasing a sigh William turned his gaze to the open part of the roof top that allowed some fresh air to enter and also to hear the life of the forest just outside his wimdow, the skies shone brightly as day drifted by and turned towards the skies of the night. Ever waiting for that special occasion when he could once again roam free.