(yeah I don't always post giant paragraphs
but like the say first post gives you an idea on the writer X3 )
Van was just walking through the forest following a path meant for hikers
He really didn't like going through these things at night
but it was his fault for staying too long at "the guys" house
it wasn't their's but every time they move to a new city they take over a house in or near the a forest
they didn't want Van staying the night because it could get dangerous the animal spirits that each pack member had didn't take too kindly to humans
and who knows what would happen if one of them let their guard down so Vancouver agreed to go stay at an apartment till morning
one of his pack mates would escort him there
wether he wanted them to or not
Vancouver still had most of his special senses but barely paid attention to them
He somewhat come to terms on his situation an is making an attempt to be normal again
But when he reached a hill that was pretty much the highest point in the forest just a bit above the trees he saw a white figure amongst the dark pines
"wolves" he grumbled knowing how territorial they could be
instead of changing courses like he should he continued the straight path not caring if he ran into it
"wolves are just over grown dogs I can handle a dog" he mumbled
seeming to carry on a conversation with himself