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Wells slipped outside two hours before sundown, just to be on the safe side. The woods provide a fair place to lurk, if he just shuts out how damned familiar they look. Even two years down the line, the memories of the Highlands are strong. Tonight, though, he's got a mission on his mind. So long as he neither grows hungry nor gets hurt, he should have enough control to pursue it.

Somewhere in this forest is something that smells of quite a lot of tofu. Tonight, the werewolf is going to find out what the hell it actually is.