It’s night and you find yourself walking aimless around the streets of the deserted beat up town of Echo. After walking for about half an hour you see a house at the end of the now dirt road, a red wolf sitting on the porch drinking beer apparently.

“Hey, you there, what are you doing here this time of night?” His Hispanic accent isn’t super strong but not imperceptible either, his voice which is deep is also accompanied by a low growl that low voices normally do, the whole mix definitely very caliente.