A tall imposing werewolf stood on a rooftop. The brisk night air blew through his grey fur, Sasha preferred being in wolf form. It just felt right to him, his heightened senses, his reflexes, his raw powerful strength.<br/><br/>He could never do this in a city in Russia. That's why he came here. That's why he loved it here. If only- He pushed the thought away. Thinking of Natasha always upset him.<br/><br/>Instead he decided to focus on tonight. He took in a deep breathe, smelling the air around him. His eyes went wide, he smelled another werewolf nearby. He had heard of Kira the werewolf cannibal. My enemy, he contemplated, should I gather intel? Or stay as far away as possible? But he also smelled something else, a fresh kill. But it was closer than the werewolf.<br/><br/>His muscles tense, he then pushes himself off, leaping to another rooftop. On the streets below, he saw a girl carrying a bag that seemed to be the source of the scent. The smell of vomit hit his nose, she is obviously distressed. She slumped down next to another girl who seemed to care for her.<br/><br/>First step of gathering information, talk to witnesses. He leaps down to an alleyway beside the store. He then shifts to his human form, already he felt constrained. He steps out and acts as if he had only just now seen them.<br/><br/>In a heavy Russian accent he asks.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #90B0B0">"Is Somezing vrong?"</span></span></span>he makes it obvious that he is looking at the blood on her clothes.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> <span style="color: #90B0B0">"Tell me vhat happened. Perhaps I can help you."</span></span></span>He looks at her sympathetically.