Ghost, an alpha werewolf, was out on a solo hunt, his massive black form weaving through the brush. The scent of pine wood mixed with the musk of his wolf form filled the air, creating an aroma that wrapped around him.

As he raised his head, he caught a whiff of a new scent. His eyes locking onto {{user}} as their head popped up from the brush, they hadn’t noticed him yet, so he watched them silently.