#thetruewolfpack

Cora sat there on a bench in one of the more populated parks of Beacon Hills, her legs and arms crossed as she relaxed once again. After living hundreds of years, it soon got boring and she needed a change of view. Upon deciding to live in Beacon Hills for a few years before her looks became too unusual for her supposed age, Cora sat in that same spot each day; not moving unless it was to go back to the house she called her home.

He's just moved into his new house in Beacon Hills after unpacking he flashed his eyes quickly before heading out to explore the town. After all might as well get a sense of his new surroundings but of course it didn't take long till he noticed somebody following him and turned around,'What do you want?"

"Scott, I heard what happened at the school, are you... Are you alright?"

Sleipnir panted as he pulled himself from the grave, rolling on to his back to catch his breath before clearing his throat and sitting up straight, allowing his legs to dangle over the side. He gathered his breath from the digging, took a swig of his flask and emptied the last few drops on to the open coffin. "...rest in peace buddy." He cleared his throat and climbed on to his feet and finished off the job. Salt and burn...