Snow...it always felt like such a contridiction to Lucan. When it snows, there's so much activity, so much movement and yet...not a sound. The mist of a warm breath puffed out of Lucan's lips. He sat perched on a high branch of a tree near a clearing, holding his hand out and watching the snow dissapear in its heat. His legs sat out straight, one crossed over the other and he leaned his head back against the trunk. Lucan liked the cold. After living in the streets for so long, being cold just came with the territory and he grew to not only get used to it, but enjoy it. The wolf inside him usually helped to keep him warm anyways, so going out and about in just his pants and tank-top were comfortable for him. And today felt exceptionally nice, but Lucan couldn't quite figure out why. He shrugged it off with the thought of it just being one of those days.<br/><br/>His nose started picking up a scent, causing him to sit up on his branch.<span style="font-style: italic">Blood...</span>a smile broke his lips. In the distance of the clearing he could see two bucks battling for the doe. Although he didn't have the drive for a hunt right this minute he still enjoyed watching the battle. Real animals had their way of life while Lucan and the pack had theirs. He felt there always was a type of mutual respect between the wildlife and Harmony's Shadows. Speaking of the pack, Lucan's head raised as he noticed a familiar lurking off to the side.<br/><br/>"Kakasha..." he said quietly to himself. "Always did want to see the girl work her magic." Soon enough the bout between the bucks was over and Kakasha went in to claim the unfortunate loser. Her appearance startling the other and doe causing them to scamper off. Watching her shift was elegant and almost sexual in a way. Lucan found it attractive but usually left those type of feelings on the back burner. After she left Lucan's eyes focused further into the trees, near the ground. Something, or someone was there. The territorial drive in him caused Lucan to waste no time. He left from branch to branch, carefully balancing himself until he could get a clear view of whatever was lying around in the bushes.<br/><br/>"A human?" Lucan's eyes focused again and he could make out jeans and a white shirt. But something was different about him. Seconds later Lucan saw exactly what that "something" was. The young man was a noobie werewolf and was starting to turn. Lucan remembered back when his first transformation happened. It was exactly as painful as this kid was making it sound. Looking on Lucan realized this may very well be the boy's first time changing, judging by his cries of agony. Then it came, the boy's first howl. It was a good one. Lucan looked on as this new werewolf lay exhausted in the snow. His white fur blending in nicely with the snow-padded ground. Lucan let his memories wander again, as he remembered how much pain he felt and how weak and helpless it made him feel after his first transformation. But then another rustling snapped him back to present. The new werewolf's cries of pain had caught the attention of an extremely large bear. Lucan could tell that it sensed the boy's weakness, but Lucan couldn't figure out what a bear would be doing out of hibernation...<br/><br/>But this was no time to ponder, Lucan couldn't just let this new...brethren...be mauled and eaten by a bear. He had to intervene. In seconds Lucan hopped his way from branch to branch again until he lept off completely and landed between the weary werewolf and the enormous bear. It stopped and growled loudly at Lucan, most likely sensing the wolf inside him. Lucan waved his hands foward in an attempt to just shoo the bear away.<br/><br/>"Go on get! Get the hell out of here! Don't you have forest fires to prevent somewhere? Go on, beat it! Scat!" Lucan paused a moment in confusion realizing he just told an outrageously large predator to "scat". But it wasn't intimidated and stood on it's hind legs releasing another loud roar. This was the type of roar that was a universal reminder that it wasn't backing down and you either needed to get out of it's way or be a part of it's meal. Lucan wasn't the type for either.<br/><br/>"Oh...You wanna go BooBoo?" With that Lucan took a deep breadth and closed his eyes; opening them a second later revealed their brighter grayish-blue coloring. His hair pierced it's way through his skin while his face and muscles contorted at a fast pace. His outfit shredded and broke off into the snow as his legs and arms grew in size and girth. He flexed his hands and ten large claws of sprung from his fingertips, shining like black steel. When his face finished the last of the transformation, Lucan let out a beastly roar right back at the bear. Lucan's black fur contrasted greatly against the background of white snow everywhere and his eyes had a nocturnal shine to them.<br/><br/>The bear stood back up at full height, standing over Lucan's eight foot by at least two feet. It brought it's massive arm down for a powerful swing at Lucan, but he was much faster. His large padded feet launched him forward, under the attack and Lucan sliced at the bears' leg dropping it instantly. Wasting no time Lucan leaped onto it's back, digging his bottom claws into its shoulders. As it let out a growl of defeat, pain, and anger, Lucan grabbed it by its upper and lower jaw.<br/><br/>"Well played friend. You earned a quick death..." Lucan grunted as his powerful arms twisted and pulled hard, snapping the bear's neck with a loud and sickening crack. A minor grunt escaped the bears' throat but faded quickly as it slipped into death. Lucan released his grip and stood over the dead carcas.<br/><br/>"Can't let this go to waste now...." He glanced over at the white werewolf, then back at the bear. Lucan forced a large sigh, then reached down and sank his claws into the back of the bear's neck, getting a firm grip on it's fur like a handle. Lucan lumbered over to the unconscious werewolf, reached down and hoisted him up over his left shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This is going to be a major pain in the ass...</span>Lucan thought to himself as he began trugging through the snow, hauling the new white wolf over his shoulder and dragging the dead bear next to him.<br/><br/>Two hours later Lucan approached the cave. The smell of a fresh fire filled his nostrils and the welcome familiar scent of the clan brought a smile to his snout. Finally Lucan stood at the entrance, letting go of the bear, then setting the unconscious werewolf down, resting his head against a nearby log. Lucan reached his right hadn up and began licking the blood off his claws, then he glanced over at Kakasha, then back at the unconscious wolf.<br/><br/>"Found this out by the clearing. And this..." Lucan pointed to the bear, "...was about to eat him. He just turned, first time I think. The pain was all too familiar. Where's Roy at? I need to speak to him about something."