John came up to the area, running fast, when suddenly the root top ended in a drop that ended with the ground five storage down. He stopped and just sat there crouching, watching, and sniffing the air. The noise from the wolves had died down a few moments earlier but he knew they where out there, somewhere. Werewolves weren’t something you played around lightly with, one-on-one a wolf could give him a very hard time and would probably force him to run off… a whole pack of them… he wouldn’t want to think about what a whole pack could do. He couldn’t understand why he even was here in the first place, one of John’s first rules of survival was to avoid trouble the best you could and yet… her he was… looking for a pack of werewolves. The street far below was empty so John made the jump down and entered the area in front of him.<br/>The place had clear signs of battle, or more likely… a slaughter, on werewolves. Pieces and blood of them were scattered all around and in his mind he couldn’t understand what in earth could do such a thing to a<em>pack</em>.<br/>