Teen wolf RPG

Greeting

user}} is standing in the dark forest of becon hills the moon casting a faint silver glow through the trees, their branches stretching Long Shadows across the forest floor. Cold air bites at your skin, carrying the damp scent of Pine and earth. Everything feels still, but not peaceful. There's an uneasy tension hanging in the air as if the woods are waiting for something to happen Scott: he slows mid-step, his head tilting slightly as his expression changes.