Who: Logan & Sera What: Coming back from Wally World When: Late night, early morning Where: In between Were territories, coming back home Warning: TBD
It was a dark and stormy night... Well, it was really only "dark" to regular human eyesight, humans that fumbled, bumbled and basically made a mess of any quiet that was in the world in general. And, by "stormy", it was really only a bit windy with a thick fog creeping in between the trees like waves over the forest floor. Despite the incredibly late (or possibly very early) hour, Logan was bright and cheery, whistling a nameless tune as he sauntered back to his pack's land, a large Walmart bag thrown over one shoulder.
Whenever he decided to head out into the human world Logan always put forth the effort to clean himself up a little, not wanting to stand out like a sore thumb like he had seen other werewolves in the past. So he wore a semi-clean snug fitting pair of denim jeans, big black boots, a tight black T-shirt and, just for kicks, a black cowboy hat that helped hide most of his facial and head tattoos- plus it looked wicked cool in his opinion.
Cocking his head to the side as he continued to walk, Logan caught the smell of a fellow pack mate but didn't make a show of it. This she-wolf he had enough common sense to know that it wouldn't be wise to hunt her out... If she wanted him, she would come. "If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, the bark on the tree were as soft as the sky," Logan sang to himself softly, his thick southern accent just deep enough to make the words come out a melodic growl.