It was the smell the disgusting pissy smell of a  Almerez and one that must have been close by. IT amused William to the point that he entertained the thought of cowardice in the replacement of curiosity and yet the wolf ran away. The scent was there either way to mark a territory that in time will belong to him, prolonging the inevitable was entertaining, a small curved smile slowly formed on his lips as his gaze pierced the very forest it was that gaze that sent a chill down the confines of such a place. He stood there as to mock such an act of protection over this pack members home, to taint the area William pierced his own flesh with a sharp bite and bled on a treeâ€™s face to overpower the scent of piss with his own musk. A challenge, a threat or even an invitation to meet up sometime it was this scent that would overwhelm the lesser act of â€˜Home makingâ€™<br/><br/>William licked his cut as it quickly recuperated and healed in a fashion of the Werewolf attribute, turning his back the Alpha kept that small smile on his face as he disappeared from the area only to find a new territory to mark as his own. Instead of bleeding as a taint for any who already marked their position, he too let one fly, pissing on the stalk of a tree and rubbing his bare skin on another for good measure, regardless of form his scent would always be noticed by familiars and foes alike something he took great pride in. It wasnâ€™t long after that, William was able to capture a multitude of good hunts from several elks to a dozen rabbits and ducks, hoarding the kills to a secluded location which was large enough to begin building a temporary home. It took a few hours out of the day which made it near mid-afternoon but the make-shift home on the other hand was completed, made from a number of logs, fashioned timber, scentless muck and other such materials. The â€˜Shackâ€™ is large enough to hold up to several personnel at once and host a small-medium party.<br/><br/>There were no home improvements such as decoration as such a part from the head of a few elks mounting the wooden surface of the far walls as well for the hides of the rabbits also mounted for mere decor, a minor gesture of home hospitality but something none the less. In the centre of the shack was a large fire pit set with a metallic cauldron from out of a tale and a cooking spoon, on the outside of the shack the trees were cut down from a distance, a natural defence to give time and see who approaches and determine friend from foe but also the resource for fire wood and other such materials, the smell of good food travelled the air and floated towards town, the scent of soup deâ€™ elk and rabbit harvester filled the air as the winds carried it down. William was an experienced cook after all and he knew what he packed so dearly loved, however the shack didnâ€™t come without defences as pitfall traps were installed with ditches can would easily catch mere wolves and considering it was near Williams â€˜homeâ€™ if a shifter were to turn human that would place the advantage on the Werewolves.<br/><br/>Today of all days however the male hoped for no intrusions, it was much too early to feast on Shifters, yet, William sat down on a wooden stall rolling the wooden spoon around the containers opening, watching the bubbling of skinned, peeled and shaven elk smelt into a liquid, mixing into the form of water that wasnâ€™t hard to find in the near-by surroundings.