Max stayed at the bar enjoying his bottle of whiskey, downed in many shots so the human patrons didn't think was completely crazy. Crazy wasn't the most appropriate term any ways. He was a warrior that had seen more than his fair share of battle, taken down many an Arcadian Sentinel as well.<br/><br/>Though he looked, he doubted he'd ever find his mate. He'd been around enough to watch his litter mates find their mates as well as many in his home pack. Born of the third generation of Kattalakis wolves, his true age was almost that of his race. With his time hopping, he only looked to be in his 20's though. He was powerful wolf, but not one willing to join another pack so he could sit back and watch everyone else find mates. He knew he had cousins living in this time, near this city in fact. They were probably mated.<br/><br/>Tabitha was the only family he could really stand to be around. Since they'd joined forces, they'd saved each other's tail many a time. They were too close on the family tree, even if she was a dragon, for him to even think about sleeping with her. Thus he was stuck waiting for his cousin's return and ignoring air heads wanting to bed him.