Jan 8, 2016
Wolves, wolves, everywhere closed rp: snrkism
Chris always knew there was no avoiding the inevitable. He knew that the moment he caught the scents of other wolves when walking into the lunchroom. He sighs holding his bag lunch and picked the furthest table he could find. His eyes darted around the room before pulling out a salad, a steak sandwich and a bottle of water. Soccer always made him hungry. He bowed his head for a moment before taking a bite of his food. He may have been on edge, but the lone Omega was happy with his lunch.