"----Damn hunters. Can't leave us wolves alone."
He may or may not be limping in and covered in his own blood--it's been a rough night for the wolf-boy, and as his feet touch the floor, he sinks down and picks a bullet out of his flesh. Being an Omega drains him. Not being human drains him.
"... Shucks. Rough night. I'm--I'm beat----"
But soon he starts sniffling like a baby, and it doesn't really help with his whole collected facade.












