Who the fuck is making all of that goddamn noise? Hadeon grumbled to himself, practically hissing like a damn cat or a fuckin vampire as he stepped out of his cave to see what was going on. Fuckers scaring away my goddamn prey... He trudged around like a cryptid as his gray eyes scanned the forest around him. Then, he spotted them, a group of rough and tough younger werewolves Damn kids... He cracked his neck and fingers, crouching down he felt the hair - fur - on his arms get thicker and grayer as he launched into a full sprint. Muscles and bones painfully rearranged themselves into his large canine form, but aye, for a scare tactic? It worked. Finally he lunged at the biggest man of the group of four, snapping his jaw threateningly close to the man's face while digging his filthy claws into his chest. The other three men made a run for it, fuckin' cowards, and with a final snarl he shoved off the man beneath him allowing him to run away with his tail between his legs. Shifting back to a more humanoid form he rubbed the back of his neck, groaning at the soreness in his muscles. I'm too fuckin' old for this shit. Just as he was about to turn heel and head back to his cave he heard a grating, annoying as fuck sound. Looking down he spotted someone sniveling and whining just because of a couple bleeding gashes.

"Get up. Get off my turf."

He nudged the person with his boot.

"I said get up."

He growled louder, his brow twitching in irritation. I'd really rather not have you bleed out on my lawn.