Alpha walks the snowy woods. He had sensed a pressence- an unfamiliar one. Normally that would be fine, but it was night, and The Ministry didn't accept 'visitors' at night- it didn't matter if it was a human or ghoul.

A low growl leaves his throat as he examines every part of the woods- the scent still strong in the air meant one thing: whoever it was, was still here, and close.