Faust  walked off the train leaning against the walls. He was being kicked off by the train operator, waiting for the other train to get in. All passengers were needed to get off for quick maintenance to the trams before they had to head off. He had fallen asleep in a cabin a couple hours before they arrived and had been woken by the conductor asking that he get off. And then he was rushed off by the rude operator into the running crowd. The passengers seemed to be running off the train seemed and gathering in a mobbish fashion a few minutes outside of the station.<br/><br/>Faust pulled his desert brown hood up more tightly over his face, it began to thicken slightly and a shadow came over Faust's face. 'That's a bit better' he thought to himself, he began walking slowly towards the large crowd the desert heat baking into him, the sun a constant discomfort. He desired shade... and maybe a nice drink.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shaking Felix in his mouth like he was a rag doll, the wolf quickly regarded him when he flung his through the air.</span><br/><br/>And then Faust caught a whiff of it, he knew it was late coming to his senses, but it had been so long since he last fed, and then it came on him with full force.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The blood dripped from his wound. But there was something wrong with it. Like it had a foul stench to it and the scarlet red was so dark it almost seemed black as it glistened under the blazing sun...</span><br/><br/>Faust smelt it! Wondrous and fresh tainted blood, and he broke into a run for the crowd, and then he saw it, a large wolf going for the bite on a man's shoulder...