Who: Sam and Leah. Where: Around town. When: Afternoon. Why: They need to talk. Open: No.
Sam sighed, he felt heart broken. Just because he'd left for a week she'd left him and was with a new guy. He sighed. Bloody hell. He hated being a wolf. It made everything so hard and it didn't help that he couldn't get back to the elders for guidance. He was a lone wolf who combusted frequently and chased anything that moved...He wasn't paying attention to where he was as he walked down the street with his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans that matched his ripped shirt. He needed to find some clothes and some food. He didn't know if where he'd ended up tracking a smell to was actually his room or if it was someone elses. Either way he was hungry and the pants he was wearing wouldn't hide anything for much longer. He looked around and noticed someone familiar. He shouldn't really go near her, it would be painful and Seb would probably threaten again and therefore Sam would combust scarign Leah and revealign himself as a protector or whatever. "Leah" He mumbled, to worried to actually call out properly to her.