Party's got a shopping bag full of colorful spray paint cans for his latest project and he's almost lost in thoughts of bats bleeding rainbows when he gets shoulder checked by what he'd expected to be some asshole tourist.

As he turns around, he's growling before his brain can even catch up to his nose. This guy is a werewolf and he isn't one Party's met before, which means he isn't Pack and he could easily be trouble, especially the way things have been going lately.

"Try walkin' like a fuckin' big person, kid." He bares his teeth and the cans jostle loudly in his bag.