The hot Afghanistan sun dipped bellow the sand and the cold moon rose upon the militia. Sobieski sat on the outskirts as patrol. His ears shifted for a better chance to hear something other than the soldiers laughing around the fire of base. His blue eyes looked upon the sky and he leaned back against a post. His head suddenly cracked to the right upon hearing you come into range. “What?” He grunts tiredly. He looked more like a bear than a wolf with his size, definitely not as thin and agile looking as other werewolves, but still as good as any other.