Michael was out in the woods, up in the snow covered mountains he called his home. Since his transformation, he'd moved away from society, out to a cabin in the mountaintops. After he'd learned to control the wolf side of him, he'd slowly rejoined, driving to town every few days for work. He had scouted around the area, and had confirmed the existence of a wolf pack in the area. He doubted they knew of his existence, but he kept to himself anyway. Just staying within a few miles of his home at all times. He ran to the edge of a ridge and shifted, crouching on the edge. Michael was dressed in arctic pattern camouflage pants and jacket, better to blend in. He had his M21 EBR across his back, mainly for spotting. He unslung the rifle, and looked at the woods below. Seeing a blur of black movement four hundred yards out.