Lawrence Ambre

*The fire burns and screams split the sky as the lightning does. Lawrence walks the night and sniffs the air, catches the scent of....ew wet dog. He snarls.* Werewolves, here? On MY hunting grounds? Oh. Nonono. This won't do. *he growls.* I am the lord of these lands! This will not stand! *he sees a shadow further up the path, and races towards it expecting a fight, and realises the shadow is heading straight for him, being chased by four wolves snapping at her heels.* A human? You there! RUN!