<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uEinQY1Cn4/T7Jte7dOx5I/AAAAAAAAEwM/rr-ITUFwedE/s1600/tumblr_m42ggpCxGI1qapcnno5_250.gif)</div><strong>Sheriff Heath Garrison</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Behind the crowd, sitting on the front of his car<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fights like this usually last longer. That was what Heath thought as he puffed out a could of smoke and looked to the two wolves parting ways. A hit to the stomach, and Stephen was out of commission. At least the old man would have his dignity, instead of dying while he was still in charge. Heath pursed his lips around the cigarette that was already half gone, and took in a deep breath. The man tugged at his jeans, and from afar he watched as Maria was the first to pay her respects to the new Alpha of the pack.<br/><br/>Heath smirked. He looked over to Stephen, then back to the new Alpha. Alex. He had never properly conversed with the kid one-on-one, but they had met and seen each other before at events. Meeting people and creating small talk was unavoidable in such a small community. Heath took another drag of his cigarette. He flicked it on the ground, stomped it out, then made his way up to the crowd. He looked to Alex, then nodded. Heath took off his hat and shades, and stood beside Maria.<br/><br/>With a single glance to her, and a very subtle nod to acknowledge her, the Sheriff got down onto his knees and performed the same gesture as she. It was a sign of respect, if nothing else. If he wasn't one to respect authority when it presented itself to him then what kind of Sheriff would he be? Sure, he was their protector by law, but Heath knew the Alpha of the pack always had sway over him. He exposed his throat, and let his arms hang by his sides.<br/><br/>The Sheriff made it a point to look the kid in the eye for a split second, as he was noticed, then look away. In the future they'd have their disagreements - that much was certain - but Heath liked to think the kid would respect everyone as individuals. Not simply wolves in his army, or a flock to be used to his requirements. The kid had seemed nice enough when Heath had met him. That was cause to be hopeful. The Sheriff swallowed, and waited for permission to rise.