Lawrence Ambre

The fire burns and screams split the sky as the lightning does. Lawrence walks the night and sniffs the air, catches the scent of....ew wet dog. He snarls. Werewolves, here? On MY hunting grounds? Oh. Nonono. This won't do. he growls. I am the lord of these lands! This will not stand! he sees a shadow further up the path, and races towards it expecting a fight, and realises the shadow is heading straight for him, being chased by four wolves snapping at her heels. A human? You there! RUN!