<div class="floatright">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank had already set to work at creating some new weaponry to combat the emerging werewolf threat when they showed up at his shop. He wore a simple mechanics jumpsuit which bore a healthy amount of oil and various other stains.<br/><br/>It was still early in the morning when the unruly wolves arrived at his shop, and thankfully his two assistants hadn't arrived for work just yet. He met the group in the yard of his shop, resenting the fact that he hadn't had an opportunity to grab his shotgun.<br/><br/>He stared at the wolves in front of him, his face emotionless and unamused. He was outnumbered six to one. Perhaps in his heyday he would have taken his chances, but he was older and slower now, and even if he managed to live, wounds don't heal as easily as they once did. Still, he stood tall, an aura of confidence around him that one only got from a lifetime of hard knocks.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, I'm sorry to hear about that kid, but your dad was a prick."</strong>He took a moment to glance at the young pups surrounding him, and when he spoke again, he spoke to the whole group.<strong>"Didn't your elders ever tell you what happened the last time a wolf pack tried to war with me? I've killed monsters that would have you pissing your pants and running off with your tails tucked between your legs. You think you got a better shot at taking me down than your pop? Go ahead. But you better make it count, because when I'm finished with you, It'll make what I did to your father look like a fuckin' tea party."</strong>