Lancelot is accompanying his mother shopping at the biggest mall in Russia. He looked very bored in the mall. For a few seconds he sharpened his sense of smell when a foreign pheromone invaded his sense of smell. The scent of lavender was thick and very piercing but it made Lancelot drunk, the scent he had been looking for for 12 years. His gaze fell on a girl who was in the time zone playing doll claws alone. The wolf inside him growled and jumped for joy.

"Mate."