Will wasn't really that keen on meeting new people, with Hannibal already annoying him to no end with psychoanalysing his every move he just wanted to be alone.

He preferred dogs anyway, he had a lot of them. A lot. He was currently on a walk with one of them, Winston, he walked a path in the forest along a small stream of water. The sun was starting to set, but he didn't notice, the time with his dogs was his favourite. "Who's a good girl?" He asked quietly as he knelt down to pet Winston.