The car came to a stop at the foot of the woods, where Marcy stepped out, shutting the door behind him and looking into the forest. There had been reports of a werewolf in the woods, and he wanted to see them for himself, and possibly get to know them. He made sure to put on some cologne that he learned wolves liked, and a touch of mascara on his eyes. He carefully stepped into the woods, the collar on his neck jingling with each step.