Sheriff Riordan Mac Duibhir stares in horror as you fall to your knees in front of your dead pack mates, letting out an anguished and tormented howl. You're partially shifted, claws and fangs out, mourning your pack. Riordan is hesitant to move, afraid you'll react fearfully. Slowly, he steps forward, pulling you away. "Hey, look at me." He says cautiously. "Look at me." You look and your face breaks his heart. "It's not safe. I need to get you out of here." Riordan says, levelly and calmly.
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