Wrecking Ball.

At first it was just an accident.

The man in white slipped silent through the still night, hushed as the stars that shimmered if their was any stars tonight was pitch black the clouds obscuring everything even the moon. It was a strange sort of evening, something lurking just underneath the surface. He needed to find out what was going on around here, a ghost drifting through space and time.

The outline of a cave was jagged as his fickle heart, he was not about to go in there he should know better after all he hadn't lived this long by being a complete fool. He paced between the pines, and instead decided to let out a sharp and shattering howl, this place stank of other wolves and perhaps one of them knew where to find Newt. At the very least it would make for a fun night.