Slade could smell something under the full moon, and he knew exactly what it was. Vulnerability. He wanted to take control of that weakness and turn it into strength. Running along the shadows until the scent got so unbelievably strong, he let out a low growl as he saw a small, beat up pup, not yet marked by a pack or presented as a secondary gender.

Crouching down, he pulled off his Deathstroke mask and gave a fatherly smile, one that he knew would work in manipulating the child to do his bidding. "Are you lost, pup? Where's your pack?"