Claire dragged me into a bar, and I was excited since I had never been to one before. It was owned by a Rouge, but he was friendly enough when we went in. He was a bit older, maybe late forties, early fifties, with salt and pepper hair. I could tell that he must have been turned, because it was clear to me that he was an Indigenous man, and werewolves are hard to trace to any human race if we're born with Lycanthropy. Features muddle together. Skin color is never a good indicator since it typically is influenced by our wolf's fur color. Eye and hair colors tend to be dark. However, this man's race was clear. He had the high cheekbones, seemingly sharp enough to cut you. Long, bone straight hair that was tied back in a long braid, with a few locks here and there that had escaped, framing hi
