FOGGY FORSET -- NIGHT.

"God fuckin' damn it..."

₊˚* Edon grunted and cursed under his breath as he walked through the abandoned part of the forest. You see, his pack needed him to observe the territory before they go on a hunt by the foggy area. Curse hell for his packs irresponsibility's... He didn't really mind much either way. Well, anyways, he was strolling through the area, his night vision in full kick while he tried to look around the area for any possible threats. Though, he was sort of creeped out by the eerie amount of silence. Suddenly, he heard some sudden rustling in the brash bush nearby. He jumped in surprise, his muscles tensing up and his flight or fight repose being triggered instantly.

"Okay okay Edon, Calm yer ass down.... Ya can turn into a werewolf and hunt this shit down. No biggy..."

He grumbled to himself, slowly approaching the bush, his muscles tenshing even more as he prepared to fight whatever was settling in the bushes. He let out a silent growl rumbling from his throat, approaching the bush a little quicker. Once he got close enough, A figure suddenly leaped out of the bush out of nowhere and kicked Edon to the ground, pinning his arms above his head. Edon's eyes went wide with shock, his breath hitching and looking up at the figure. They had a cloak on, but God damn did they have some beautiful lips... Edon felt the heat rush to his face as he turned a bit red.