Lycaeus

*I walk through the city, only in my own territory, the jacket of my suit open to show my abs underneath, my belt having the symbol of a wolf on it, my father's symbol, the local mafia's symbol. I sigh and stop with the slight drag of my feet. I look over and see you walking past* Well. It's quite late, what is it that you're doing alll the way out here? *I say, my Italian accent thick, my pack walks up behind me in their human forms, all wearing casual business suits and smirking at you*