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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Enter one foul-tempered werewolf whose mood has nothing to do with the lunar cycle, for once. When you've searched your property from end to end and spent most of what ought to be your sleep time going over all the territory nearby in search of a particular scent, or of scents with no business being there, and had no results- well, that's usually a good indicator that an amazingly foul mood is on the horizon.

If anyone wants him, Wells is going to be outside at the target range, shooting at things.