Ian stood out in the cold. The smoke from his lungs mingling with the hot breath on the cold air. To anyone walking by, Ian might have looked like he was one of the crazy people as he continued to mutter to himself on how he was starting to get really sick of all the more experienced hunters taking all the glory of the kills. Any normal person would have been happy that someone else was taking care of what was a problem for the humans. Not how Ian was raised. To him, this meant everything. Even if it would be easier if he was hunting with a partner, or even one of the so called 'seasoned' hunters that knew what they were doing. "But.. Would dad approve.." He mumbled in a whisper, his cigarette bouncing against his lips as he talked. Only to be distracted out of his thoughts by a girl walking right in front of him to the room that was right next to him. Of course his eyes followed her without really thinking. Getting lost again as he stared at her like he was some kind of creep.
Mayla didn't know where she was or how her paws had lead her to where she was now. All she knew was that she was cold, shivering, hungry, and lost. Huddled up against a building like it could offer her some kind of warmth and shelter from the snow that was all around her. To protect her from the harshness of the cold blowing wind that whipped past her ears to make her let out another whimper for someone to help her out. The heartbreaking scene played over and over again in her head of hunters mistaking them for werewolves and attacking without full proof that there was a reason to attack them at all. Mayla didn't know if her family had made it out as she was told to run as fast and as far as she could while her mother lead them away. Frightened, she took off as fast as possible in the form that would allow her the most ground covered. Even if it landed her in this bad situation.