I See Trouble On The Way...(Private)

To say the night had been god damned weird wouldn't have covered Ambrose's feelings. He had no idea what was going on, but he was extremely glad Belle hadn't come along tonight. He was also grateful for the light of the full moon. It made things easier for Midnight.

Again, he'd gone off the trail again carefully guiding his mount, letting her pick her way along. Giving himself over to his perception, trusting his mare Ambrose could smell blood. More than you'd think for an ordinary night.

Drawing Midnight to a halt, she shook her head and he absently patted her neck. Sound was next, growls, yips, and yelps. What the fuck? It sounded like a predator was being taken down. The sounds didn't stay in one place though, they moved. Finally, they seemed to be coming from one spot and Ambrose urged Midnight up a hill, he wanted a good vantage point, he wanted to know what was going on. Although, as much as he wanted to know, he was weary and took his riffle from the saddle before tethering Midnight and stealthly making his way to the crest of the hill.

Stretching out on his belly, fully prepared to pick off anything that needed to be picked off he again let his perception take over. He could see, he could smell and he could hear what was going on, but he did not understand it at all.

Wolves?

Ambrose had thought the prints they'd found before had been wolf prints and this seemed to confirm it. Ambrose tried to count them, they were moving -fast- though... five? Maybe six? And they were damned intent on their target, which looked like that Amir character they'd run into the other night. He was putting up a good fight, although not quite good enough.

His gun remained trained on the action, but... What the -fuck-?!?! Wolves? Human? He honestly didn't believe what he was seeing. Werewolves? They were just old wives tales, made up to scare kids into going to bed on time. Ambrose kept watching, fascinated and stunned.

Just as Amir seemed done for and Ambrose came to his senses a bit and was ready to take out a huge brownish wolf that was intent on ripping Amir's throat out; two other clan mates arrived. Mara, who'd he'd met in passing once or twice throwing the wolf away and taking up a defensive stance over Amir followed shortly by a man he didn't know. Mara forced one of the wolves to change into a woman and the three of them backed away, followed by an angry pack of wolves.

Ambrose struggled to his feet, sensing this was -not- a good time to be out for a pleasure ride. His head was spinning with questions. Some one was going to damned sure answer them. But, from what he could see of Amir, tonight might not be the best night to ask them.

Mounting Midnight, he turned her and quickly got the hell out of there. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew he didn't want to be caught out here alone right now.

((OOC... Ambrose out))