He walked around a bend and there he saw her, an alive one. Her scent made it no doubt that she was a werewolf but seeing her almost naked body, torn, battered, bloody told John that she wasn’t a real threat to him at all. She was growling at him, like a wonder animal and it made him smile. She was in no shape of being any threat of him. He got closer and crouched in front of her in a safe distance, just because she was week it didn’t mean she couldn’t hurt him and for now he wasn’t in any mood for fighting. The wolf was a real looked, as they almost where and there were this savageness within that excited him… the blood told what he really wanted to do to her right there and now, but she was a dog… you didn’t take pleasure from dogs.<br/>“So dog… what happened here?” His question was direct and his voice demanded an answer, even if he knew that if she didn’t want to answer his powers to make her wasn’t strong enough if not giving more time and preparation.<br/>