Duarte was running patrol on his new pack borders when the scent of blood hit him, freezing him in his tracks. Turning slowly to determine the cause, he is just contemplating whether or not to call in reinforcements when his eyes caught sight of something blue in the ravine. Deciding that whatever was in that blue vehicle couldn’t hold much threat to his shifter’s abilities, he slowly tract down towards it, while mind linking his second in charge that he might come home late and to keep him some breakfast.
The closer he got to the scene of the crash, the more uncomfortable and confused Duarte was feeling. Scanning the horizon, he shook his head. He hadn’t even been aware that someone new had moved into the area. The fall from the height the car had, the driver must had been driving had an
