[Crossposted to dekker_bq and w_qb_hoot]
Thomas could feel the weres long before he saw them. There was an energy they exuded when in a pack. He filled his lungs with their scent and walked through the door of the bar. With an air of cockiness that only the young or unstable can get away with.
( Seated at his usual perch, Hoot scribbled another note for the day shift barman when he heard the door open.Collapse )