Saying it had been a while would have been a lie, William was naturally born from his home country in England, his father on the other hand originated from America and for his mother, again, from England in the capital city of Greater London. The truth was this young male had never set foot in such a small, secluded town that seemed to have hardly any life at all and what made things more amusing to such a man was the scent of other wolves which he guessed that belonged to the familiar Almerez wolves to which the talk amongst his own had floated around as soon as they touched territory. William stood proud, his gaze turned to one side, taking in the area, and his photographic memory processed the landscape, the scent of the land and even the conditions of the soil. A mere hobby? Or more? It had always been unclear to the rest that followed him but in the past it had served them well whether it is in a fight or to navigate terrain.<br/><br/><br/>â€œLadies and gents, feel free to take a walk." His tone almost sounded comical with that small curved smile that was plastered on his face for at the time it was worth it, the fact that there was perhaps some life in this dry town yet only garnered his attention. Not only was the rumour of an "old pack" of wolves that kept to these areas but also vampires, a special dish if nothing else, a mere sport or perhaps seeking knowledge. William has all this over the years and not only has his strength served him well in his werewolf form but also his human state as well, few talk of his integrity to fend off other such wolves, not with brute strength but with cunning to which made him a Alpha to not be underestimated in his human physical appearance.<br/><br/><br/>It had been a while since they've touched ground to civilization considering they have travelled parts of the known world in the task bolster their numbers create a family for all and to merely find a place for them to belong, but what is a family without fun? Of course the odd riff-raff would make some sport out of a nearby club, pub or corner shop. "Better to make noise as a human than a Were" his pack would say as they trashed places for their personal satisfaction, William didnâ€™t care though, as long as they were safe and no "normal" being was harmed without provocation or reason then all was well with him. However such a man never got into grip to make a rowdy entrance in an establishment, rather he kept to himself when the time called for it and thatâ€™s how he preferred his times every now and again.<br/><br/><br/>"We'll meet back on the North West on the out-skirts of town, I'll set up a place and see what food is out there." William had a habit of giving into his natural instincts during the closing of a full moon, though human it is an ability that courses through all werewolves veins, stronger senses, reflexes, strength and bloody frenzy if those around arenâ€™t careful, of course they could never match up to their werewolf forms at the time it still gave them an edge over lesser prey and perhaps danger if it ever turned its ugly head. The group split off into small groups whilst William swiftly made his way into the confines of the forest, seeing what animals lie in wait.