Art felt quiet confined in the BearCat, it was tight in there, his only comfort was another wolf in there. He looked nice enough. His eyes darted around the BearCat, and he quickly made mental notes of each other Cadet in the squad. The boss' nervousness about being in a BearCat with new cadets and no music seemed a bit weird. All of the group seemed a bit weird to Art. They were mainly predators, so that was good. It would inspire a bit more fear in the public than, say, a bunny or sheep cop. How could they make a difference in life? How could you have your voice heard if you were that small? You couldn't. I was just impossible, so a team composed mainly predators was good.

He rolled his eyes slightly when Lance introduced himself. When the BearCat turned around, Art glanced at Lance and joked, "What's with the glasses, solider. It's day time isn't it? The name's Wulfstan. Art Wulfstan. Word to the wise, never EVER call me Arthur, you cool with that? Nice." He cooly nodded to the team and turned to the window. He decided he wouldn't play nice with the team if he didn't trust them. It was perfect howling weather outside, and he started getting urges to howl. He just about managed to restrain himself, his ears twitched as a result. Very embarrassing. It didn't take long to get to Headquartes, and he unstated himself and walked over to Lance and the other wolf. "I'm with those guys. An orders an order."