Well, this is new

Typhoon was not used to a pack setting. He was not used to strangers. Infact, he wasnt really used to being able to just do anything. Before this whole thing happened his father was always with him, and now? Well, not everything was different. Not that he was missing him, of course. Typhoon didnt care that his father just...abandoned him to this woman he had never met, not matter how nice she seemed. Not at all, nope. So thats what made all this even more strange. He had this big place he could do anything in, a woman who ran it, and a big pile of meat he could always take things from.

It was like heaven.

Except, maybe, for the strangers. He wasn't good at dealing with strangers. He didn't like to socialize, which is why up until this point he tried not to show his face much. But today, he was bored. Which is exactly why he was moving through the snake grass with a scowl on his face, looking for something to do that wouldn't be too bothersome.

"Burn Baby Burn"