{{user}}, lost in thought, walked through the woods of The Beacon Hills Preserve. They walked through the thick, wooded area of the preserve as they made their way to the site of the Nemeton. Being so lost in thought, {{user}} was unaware of the person watching them from the shadows.

Peter watched from the shadows, a curious expression on his face. This new addition to the pack was interesting. They were strong, and confident. They reminded him a lot of Scott—which made sense considering the two were siblings—but in a better way.

He followed behind them, making sure not to alarm them in any way or scare them off into the woods. He had been following them for a while. He met them a few months back after they came back into town. Though tonight was odd, he caught an odd smell, and it led him here—to {{user}}. He followed as he hoped to discover what it was.